Page 69 of Rocky Mountain Devil

Her lashes fluttered for a moment. “I’m glad I can do something to make you happy. I’m pretty happy these days too.”

“Except I bet you’re jealous of my new digs,” Rafe teased. “There’s a spare room. You’re welcome to move in.”

A laugh burst free. “Don’t make offers you’re not serious about.”

Her living down the hall from him? That would be awesome, and dangerous, and…dangerous. “I didn’t say it was asmartmove, but hell, you want it? It’s yours.”

She loosened her grasp so she could rearrange her hands, sliding her fingers under the edge of his waistline. Easing forward and brushing his abdomen. “I’ll take that offer into serious consideration, but right now? I have something else on my mind.”

“Want to grab a bite—?”

He sucked for air as she undid his belt and pulled it free.

“Don’t think you want me tobite.” The words came out rather breathlessly.

Her gaze dropped from his as she focused on her fingers, undoing his button, sliding his zipper down. Each click as the metal rasps released rang loudly in his ears.

“Laurel?”

“I’m happy,” Laurel said. “And I want this. You would not believe how often I catch myself…”

She lost concentration as the material opened and allowed his package more freedom. His cock strained against his cotton briefs, and he eased his jeans downward until they slipped from his hips to bunch around his ankles.

A happy sigh escaped her as she pulled his briefs down as well. His cock rejoiced the instant she set it free, snapping upward to the ready position.

Ready foranything.

He was so busy watching her face he missed the instant she planted a hand in the middle of his chest and pushed. Off balance, he fell backward onto the mattress.

“I’ve had the dirtiest daydreams about this.” Laurel looked at him as if he was on the menu and she was starving.

“About my cock?”

She crawled onto the bed. “About all of you. But yes, about your cock.”

He let her explore, folding his arms behind his head as she pushed his shirttails higher.

Laurel stroked her fingers over his abs, mesmerized. “Do me a favour. Pretend you’re going to do a sit-up. I mean, don’t pretend, just do little ones.”

Rafe did as ordered. “Don’t know what this has to do with my cock.”

She hummed happily as he curled partway up then relaxed a few times, her fingertips tickling his skin as she traced the edges of his six-pack. “Everything moves when you do that, including this.”

He swore, because the hand that had been drifting over his stomach was now decisively lower, her fingers wrapped around his rock-solid length.

“So soft,” Laurel murmured.

“Not the adjective a guy likes associ—fuck.”

She finished running her tongue down his entire length, then up the other side before she answered. “It is soft, baby. And I want to rub it all over me. Hmmm…”

One tantalizing swipe of her tongue sent his muscles tightening. When she paused to spend time working the sweet spot under the head of his cock, her tongue moving in slow, never-ending circles, he moaned her name.

She laughed. “You really need to think of a pet name for me.Sitkoisn’t really sexy.”

“It’s fucking sexy,” he insisted. “Put your mouth on me now,Sitko, and suck me hard.”

She shivered, moving to obey. Pumping with her hand before angling him higher and surrounding the tip with her lips. She sucked him in an inch at a time before retreating then doing it all over.