AllFreeNovel
Share Us
My throat was dry and my body was on fire. The picture he’d painted had my nerves kindled. I was so turned on, so tired of fighting my attraction to this man.
I could handle one night. One night of revenge sex. One night to feel like a woman who didn’t need to settle for a cheating ex who’d always focused on his own pleasure more than mine.
The way Smoke was looking at me, like he wanted to devour me whole, made me think I wouldn’t have to worry about my pleasure while I was with him.
He sat on the edge of the bed but made no move to touch me.
“We’ll go at your speed, Logan,” he said quietly. “However fast or however slow. You want to stop. You say stop. No hard feelings. Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you, yeah?”
I opened my mouth to say yes but the word was lodged in my throat.
He watched me carefully and then reached over to the mini bottles of liquor. “Which one do you want?”
“The vodka.”
He unscrewed the lid and handed it to me and then he took the bourbon for himself. “You’ve never done this before, have you?”
“Done what? Have sex with a man I hardly know? I don’t have a lot of experience with that,” I blurted out.
“Okay.”
“I don’t know how to ask for what I want.”
He leaned in so our faces were close to one another, close enough that I could feel his warm breath on my skin. “I’ll teach you.”
Smoke’s free hand reached up to gently tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. His thumb grazed my chin. His touch was light, hardly there at all, but it caused me to shiver.
“Has anyone ever truly taken care of you, Logan?” he whispered.
I closed my eyes and shook my head.
His lips flitted across the apple of my cheek.
“Lie back, baby. Let me take care of you.”
My heart pounded in my ears and I kept my eyes closed. I felt Smoke take the mini bottle of vodka from my hand and heard the small clank as he set it on the nightstand.
I fell back against the pillows, nerves and excitement swirling in my belly.
I cracked my eyelids open as the mattress shifted. Smoke moved next to me and propped his head up on his elbow while staring down at me. With his other hand, he traced my hairline, the shell of my ear, the column of my throat.
He seemed in no hurry, as if he had all the time in the world to memorize my face, to caress my jawline, to play with the sensitive skin behind my ear.
Smoke leaned over and gently placed his lips on mine. When he didn’t immediately demand entrance into my mouth, my shoulders loosened, and I melted into the mattress.
His lips never left mine. He kissed me over and over until I was feverish and restless. I finally opened my mouth, and he took full advantage.
Smoke’s tongue stroked mine and my hands moved of their own volition. My fingers sank into his hair and I pulled him closer, wanting him on top of me, wanting the feel of his weight.
My hands slid down his back. He was muscular, but also sleek and lean.
I lost time to Smoke’s lips. He was a warm, virile man—and his scent swirled around me, bathing me.
Suddenly, I wanted more. Needed more.
“Smoke,” I whispered against his mouth, desperate to peel off my clothes so I could feel more of him against me.
He kissed me deeper, pushing me farther into the bed. He slid a hand beneath my shirt and let his palm rest on my lower belly. When he made no indication that he was planning to move it, I growled in annoyance.
