Page 181 of The Best Shot

There. A start.

“Hmmm.”

“Don’t gloat.”

I dragged my lips along his jaw instead, then down the side of his throat, and felt the vibration of the sound he swallowed.

My fingers found the button of his jeans. It popped open under my thumb. The zipper came down one tooth at a time.

“Yasmine.”

“Yes?”

“This your whole strategy?”

I wrapped my hand around his dick. His hips moved, just a little, but enough to make me smile. “Working so far.”

I stroked him once, slow enough to feel him lock up beneath my other hand, before lowering myself down between his knees.

His fingers dug in, and he went very still as he guessed what was coming.

I let him wait just long enough to be cruel. Then I sucked him into my mouth.

His body bucked, and a raw sound tore out of him. His hands lifted from the back of the couch before he caught himself and slammed them down hard enough to make the frame protest.

I pulled away immediately.

“Still behaving?”

“Yes.”

His fingers flexed open and closed. His breathing had gone rough. “Yes,” he repeated.

“Good boy.”

I took him into my mouth again, slower this time, my tongue working along the underside while my hands stroked what I couldn’t fit.

His thighs trembled beneath my hands. Every muscle in him fought the urge to move.

I liked knowing he could stop me whenever he wanted.

I liked even more that he did not.

“Had enough?” I asked.

No answer.

“I haven’t.” I licked another line up his dick. “You taste good, Hale.”

He shuddered.

“Fine,” I said, starting to pull back. “I’ll stop.”

The sound that left him was too rough to be a word.

I paused. “No?”

“No.” The word came through his teeth.