Page 112 of Dangerous Attraction

"That can come off too," she says, pointing at my T-shirt.

Cocking a brow, I languidly look down the length of her body and then flick my gaze to hers.

"Are you sure?"

She nods, then lifts herself from the bed, quickly dipping her fingers beneath the hem of her own top.

"Positive." She drags the dark material up her torso and over her head, flinging it across the room.

My eyes immediately drop to her chest, almost bugging out of my head when I find a sheer, lace bralette covering her breasts.

"Jesus Christ."

Tearing my top off, I toss it onto the floor and practically dive on top of her, my hands roaming every inch of her newly exposed skin.

I trail kisses from her shoulders, down over the slopes of her breasts, and across her stomach, stopping when I reach the top of her leggings.

Tucking my fingers beneath the waistband, I glance up at her, waiting for confirmation.

She nods, and I slowly tug them over her hips, down the length of her legs, dropping them beside my feet.

Kissing my way back up her body, my tongue swipes out, teasingly running over her heated skin until I reach the contraption on her chest.

Dragging her hands through my hair, she arches her back, and I slide a hand beneath her, fiddling with the clasp until it comes undone.

Grabbing the cup of her bra between my teeth, I pull it away from her body as her nails rake across my scalp.

A groan escapes my lips while my hand trails down her smooth stomach, cutting a deliberate path to her center.

"Tell me you want this," I breathe against her neck, applying pressure with the tips of my fingers to her clit. "Don't go quiet now, Red." The taunt lands, her breath hitching as I grip the nape of her neck. "Tell me this is what you want."

"I want this!" Her words are warm against my mouth.

Circling my fingers around her clit, I pull back, watching her reactions like it's the most important thing I'll see all day.

"Good." Dipping my hand beneath the skimpy underwear, I push a single digit inside. Her lips part, but her gaze never wavers from mine. "You're sure?" The question slips out, but I need to make sure.

"Yes!"

That's all the confirmation I need.

Sliding the full length of my finger inside of her, I work her slowly, dragging my teeth down the column of her neck.

"More," she pleads, hips writhing.

I slip another finger inside, trailing wet sloppy kisses down her body until my lips reach her navel.

Pulling her underwear to the side, I place my lips over her clit, sucking it into my mouth. Flicking my tongue back and forth, I twist my fingers, listening to her choked gasps and moans.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!"

I don't stop until her legs are trembling around my shoulders and her hand is pushing against my head.

Wiping my face against her thigh, I pull my fingers out, bringing them to my lips and dragging my tongue across them. An animalistic groan reverberates through me as the taste of her explodes in my mouth.

"You are my new favorite flavor, Red."

"Shut up," she whines, nails digging into my biceps as she pulls me down on top of her. "Please, just shut up and fuck me."