Page 56 of Down & Dirty: Rage

Until now.

What he imagined wasn’t even close. It was so much fucking better.

She was fucking perfect.

Delicate, but strong.

Leaner than what he normally went for, but definitely not skin and bones.

She had her mother’s petite structure, but her father’s coloring when it came to her eyes, skin, and hair. Though, all three on Crow were slightly darker.

Her skin—in the areas free of ink—was the color of warm caramel, and her peaked nipples were a dusky pink due to her heritage.

He couldn’t wait to put his hands and mouth on both.

When his balls started screaming at him to hurry, he told them to shut the fuck up. That she would be worth the wait.

His dick also filed a formal complaint.

His brow dropped low. “Why you shakin’?”

She extended out her arms. “I’m naked.”

No shit.

“Yeah,” he grunted. “That’s usually the result after I take off a…” He quickly changed course. She knew his past, but she didn’t need to be reminded of it when they were about to fuck. “When a woman takes off her clothes.”

He’d never known Lyric to be shy. Why now? She had to have been naked in front of other men before, right?

“Gonna follow my orders?”

“Orders?”

“Yeah. Like when I tell you to touch yourself. Or if I tell you to get on your knees. When I order you to show me your pussy, you spread your lips and show me your pretty, pink pussy.”

Her breath hitched.

Did that make her excited or more nervous? “Can always say no.” He wanted to make sure she was always aware of that option.

“And if I don’t want to say no?”

“Then you do what the fuck I ask without givin’ me lip. Just wanna make sure you understand what you’re gettin’ into here. But also wanna give you an out.”

“I don’t want an out,” she whispered.

Thank fuck for that. But he was getting the feeling that she wasn’t as experienced as he originally thought.

In one way, he was damn happy about that, in another…he worried.

He was a lot to take, especially when falling into slick pussy, and he didn’t want to overwhelm her.

If he did his normal thing, he could easily dominate her and not be aware he was doing so. Most of the women he’d been with—and there’d been a fuckload of them—could handle him, but he was starting to doubt Lyric could, despite his plan to take it slow and careful.

He cupped her tits and drew the pads of his thumbs over the pebbled tips. They were small, like her, but fit her frame perfectly, like they did his palms. They’d also fit perfectly in his mouth.

He needed her on the bed so he could wrap his lips around her nipples.

At least to start.