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Her eyes fixed on his with such a heated claim that only a woman who knew exactly what she wanted could pull it off. “You know me, Colt.”
Yes, he did. Colt knew firsthand that JJ had spent a good deal of her life trying to outrun Miranda Justice and working hard to keep her composure. For some reason tonight, she was really letting go…in a way he never expected.
“I just need tonight. I may never get this chance again.” She raised her chin and pursed her lips. “And if you aren’t willing, then I’ll find someone who is.”
Oh fuck that! Colt didn’t know if she meant to goad him, but a primal urge to possess her, take everything she had, shot through him like a million bullets laced with kerosene. And hell—if she was willing, who was he to deny her?
“Just tonight?” she repeated, needing his affirmation.
“Just tonight,” he agreed.
She rewarded him with another heart-stopping smile and moved her soft hands up his thighs. She ran her tongue along the band of his underwear. Her fingers curled around the elastic and she yanked it down. His cock sprang free and Colt didn’t even have time to shift his hips before she swallowed him.
He bit out a curse.
Her hot mouth was like silk and when she sucked him even deeper, Colt almost came right then. Still on her knees, she tugged on his hips, coaxing him to stand.
Colt obliged. Her mouth never left him as he rose. His boxers fell the rest of the way down and he stepped from them.
She moaned around his shaft, and the tingles of her hum sent a jolt of fire racing up his spine. Gripping the base of his cock, she pumped her fist while tonguing the head. She wasn’t gentle. Wasn’t timid. And Colt loved it. He watched her lap at the slit and about lost his mind.
“You taste so good,” she praised in a throaty voice.
He tangled his fingers in her long, wild tresses. He wouldn’t have guessed how thick and curly her hair was. Judging by her outfit earlier and her demeanor, he wouldn’t be surprised if she always kept it up and secured in place. But now, with her on her knees in nothing more than his T-shirt, Colt gripped her scalp while she devoured him and held on for dear life.
There might be a lot to JJ Justice he didn’t know, but he sure as hell wanted to find out.
She reached around and clutched his ass in both hands and bore down, swallowing him all the way to the hilt. He groaned, but when her throat muscles encased the crown as she swallowed around his shaft, he was about to beg.
Gliding his fingers through her hair, he pulled back so he could watch her lick the tip.
“Open wide.”
She instantly obeyed.
“I warned you, JJ. Hard and slow…” His hips inched forward, languidly sliding his shaft deep. Her mouth struggled to accommodate his width, stretching to its limit to fit him. Her eyes turned up to watch him watch her as he slowly pulled all the way out and then surged forward again.
This woman. This unexpected, sexy woman was driving him to the brink of something beyond an orgasm. She sucked greedily with powerful pulls, moaning when he thrust his hips and sank himself even deeper into her willing mouth.
There was no sign of shy, conservative Jenna Justice. He was on a ledge, staring down at a wildcat with a talented mouth he could grow addicted to. And he feared he wouldn’t just leap, he’d fall. Hard.
Still working him with her sweet lips, JJ scratched down his torso. Colt’s muscles flexed in response and red welts instantly appeared in her wake.
His body clenched, everything tightening. He was on the brink of coming. But he couldn’t. Not yet. Not until he’d sampled this closeted vixen fully.
He gripped JJ’s shoulders. It was the hardest thing he’d ever done, but somehow he drew her hot little mouth away from him and pulled her to her feet.
“Why did you stop?” she panted, her eyes like a thunderstorm. She wrapped her fist around his aching cock and bit his neck. “I want more.”
Holy shit. A tremor jolted up Colt’s spine. No woman ever talked to him like that. Hell, he didn’t think women in general talked like that. Double hell—JJ never talked like that.
But he liked it.
More than liked it.
“Believe me, sugar, I will give it to you. But I want something else first.”
He lifted her shirt—his shirt—over her head and dropped it to the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra and he had never been more grateful. Her breasts were full, with perfect pink nipples. Hefting them in his palms, he bent and tongued a peak until it pearled even tighter. She arched her back and pressed into his eager mouth.
