Page 14 of Ruthless Touch

“Yeah? Then how about you ride this cock nice and deep with your tight little pussy? I want to feel those walls stretching around me as I wreck you.”

Jamie releases a small throaty sound that’s as close to a moan as it gets.

Her eyelids lower, lashes shielding her eyes. We gravitate toward each other off instinct, going for the kiss at the same time.

What should be slow and cautious—a second kiss between two strangers—immediately becomes carnal.

My mouth claims hers with a sudden urgency that explodes between us. I quickly lose myself in the mere contradiction of her.

…this beautiful feline with plump lips and soft curves but the confidence of a woman who knows exactly what she wants and makes no apology for it.

Fuck.

Is there anything sexier?

Both her hands fist my shirt like she’s afraid I might disappear. She holds me to her, body pressed into mine. Our mouths are fused together as I slip her my tongue and let passion take over.

I grip her hip and cup her face, controlling the angle of our kiss.

How deep it fucking goes, tongues lashing and our lungs running empty of air.

If at all possible, she tastes even sweeter than an hour ago.

All plum and sugar and the natural warmth of her mouth. It’s a taste I swear I could get drunk off if I’m not careful.

I break away to trail kisses along her jawline, then throat. She grips me by the back of my neck and lets out little pants of approval. I kiss the pulse point at the corner of her throat, feeling its fast thrum against my lips.

She’s as excited, asturned on,as I am.

My hands slide down her body, mapping out her curves, and I back her up toward the bed. We lower ourselves without even breaking contact—Jamie underneath and me braced over her as I suck at the soft skin on her throat.

She rocks her hips against me, a sudden impatience about her. I’m wedged between her thighs, so fucking close to her pussy that it makes my head spin.

It makes the pain in my skull magically disappear for the moment.

All I can think about is how soft and warm and wet she must be. How snug she’ll feel wrapped around me as I stroke into her, and how fucking beautiful she’ll look taking my cock.

Jamie’s hands work at my shirt buttons with surprising dexterity. When her palms finally make contact with my bare skin, the sensation is instant and electric—an intense current that runs through me and straight to my already raging-hard erection.

I pull away long enough to take the rest of my shirt and pants off. Then slide her top off and expose her breasts.

They’re…perfect. So fucking perfect I pause and stare hungrily.

Round and full with large areolas and dark brown nipples that have gone stiff.

But that’s not all—she’spierced.

Two tiny little metal bars glint up at me, calling my name.

I bow my head and suck the right one into my mouth. She releases a sharp gasp and arches against me, fingers sliding into my hair.

“Gun!” she cries out, her tone breathless.

I suck a little harder, my tongue flicking at the tiny metal bar through her nipple. She writhes some more under me, tugging at my hair and rocking her hips. As far as I’m concerned, I’m just getting started.

Then Jamie has other ideas. She expertly slips out from under me and pushes me onto my back so she can climb on top.

No surprise she’d want to be.