Page 27 of Direct Action

Once again, his gaze dropped, but this time he froze. As in, went completely solid. Brittle even, like one small movement would break him.

“Fuck,” he snarled. “Fucking hell, Chloe. Sorry, baby.”

Oh God. What was wrong?

“What?” My hands came off the edge of the table, where I’d been holding on for dear life, to between my legs. All I could feel was wet, and a lot of it. Then I felt it. My fingertips brushed his cock.

His bare cock.

“Hm.”

“You on birth control?”

I nodded. “The shot.” I mentally calculated when the last time I’d gotten it and breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s good for another month or more.”

Ryan slowly dragged his length out and just as slowly pushed back in.

“You good, or you want me to finish in a condom?”

Finish?

All that wet was from me?

I lifted a hand and stared at my glistening fingertips.

“Yeah, Chloe, that’s all you.”

I looked back at Ryan and stupidly told him, “That’s not possible.”

“It’s not?” he asked with the smuggest, most egotistical smile I’d ever seen. “So it’s not your come I got running down my thighs?”

My face caught fire, and I started to squirm away. Ryan caught my leg in the crook of his elbow, his other hand went to my hip, and he leaned over me, effectively pinning me to the table.

“How real can you take it?”

I had no idea what he was asking.

“What?”

“I’ve got my cock buried deep, in your sweet pussy.” My sweet pussy clamped tight. Ryan groaned, then continued. “I don’t think I need to tell you I know you get off on me talking dirty to you. But still I need to know how real can you take it before I tell you what I think about you coming so hard you leak down my thighs.”

I wasn’t sure how real I could take it, but I was sure I wanted to know what he thought.

“Hit me.”

His smile was no less wolfish when he told me exactly what he thought in great detail. And when he did, he stayed close, with his lips close to mine, and his gorgeous face was all I could see. Which was good because that meant I didn’t have far to go when I buried my face into his shoulder to hide my red cheeks.

“You’ve got the sweetest pussy I’ve ever had. Bar none. I haven’t tasted you yet, but I know when I get my mouth between your legs and you come on my tongue, nothing will taste sweeter. The sounds you make, the hitches in your breath, the moans that sound like purrs. Fuck, Chloe, so hot I’ve never had to fight so hard not to come. You’re off the charts gorgeous, but watching you take me, good Christ. All of that, beyond amazing. But how wet you get? How hard you come? Seeing your excitement leak, how slick you get, fuckin hell, woman . . .”

He let that hang, or maybe it was me shoving my face into his throat that told him I could take no more.

“I think that’s enough real.”

I heard and felt him chuckle. And where I felt him was two places—inside and out.

“I got that. Though I’m not sure why you’re hiding when, no lie, you’re—”

“Quiet,” I begged.