Page 57 of Twisted Beauty

Matt groaned. He was so hard, it was almost painful.

Placing a hand over hers, he helped her untie the drawstring. He slid the shorts down his legs, kicking them away, and noticed her eyes widen as she looked at his cock. Her gaze flickered to his eyes and back down again, and he wondered if she might change her mind. “I’ll be careful with you, sweetheart.”

“Don’t. I’m so tired of careful.”

Before he could ask what the hell that meant, she rolled over on top of him and began kissing down his body, running her tongue all the way down his stomach.

Jesus.

She licked his tip and then wrapped her sweet lips around his shaft.

He wasn’t going to last five seconds like this. It was all he could do to hold still, to stop himself from grabbing onto her hair and pumping into her mouth. He pulled her off him. “Not this time, baby. I need to be inside you.”

He flipped her over and lowered himself on top of her, bringing his mouth to hers. He dragged her legs up around him and felt her put a hand between them. She pushed lightly on his chest.

She’d changed her mind? Shit. He’d need one hell of a cold shower. “Okay,” he raised himself up onto his elbows, taking his weight off her.

“Condom,” she said. “Please tell me you have some.”

He was so frantic to get inside her that he’d forgotten. What an idiot.

Still, he let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. At least she wasn’t telling him to stop, just to stop thinking with his dick and use protection. “Bedroom. Let’s go.”

“No way. I like it here on the rug. Just go get one.” The sweet smile she flashed him told him all he needed to know. She thought she had him wrapped around her little finger.

Pain in the ass. Even sprawled out beneath him, desperate for his touch, she was still a pain in the ass.

In one swift move he got to his feet and pulled her up with him.

“What the—” Liv said as he leaned forward and threw her over his shoulder. “Hey! Put me down!”

But he was already heading down the hall with her slung over his shoulder and squirming. Matt laughed and smacked her lightly on the ass. She let out a little yelp, but he dragged his hand down her perfect curves until he was holding her by her thighs, and carried her into the bedroom.

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Liv

Liv ran her hands along the tight muscles of Matt’s ass. She was hanging upside down over his back, for god’s sake, and she was so turned on, so wet, she had to press her legs together as he carried her.

Not that she’d ever let him know how this affected her, this crazy caveman thing he had going on. She would set feminism back a hundred years.

But when he threw her over his shoulder it sent a thrill of excitement through her gut like she’d been dropped from a cliff. Crap, she even liked it when he smacked her bottom. She had to bite her tongue to stop herself from begging for more.

This was so not her. So not her cautious, well-behaved self. She was sick to death of that self. If this was what leaving the country did for you, she wished she’d done it years ago.

Matt lowered her onto his bed and pulled a condom from a drawer. He tossed the packet onto the nightstand and climbed into bed with her, hovering on his elbows while he raked his eyes over her body. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her skin. Her breathing quickened and he hadn’t even laid a hand on her.

He leaned down and planted a kiss on each of her hip bones, and then trailed kisses along her belly and up to her breasts. His stubble scraped against her sensitive skin and it felt so good that she couldn’t stop squirming beneath him. Grazing her nipples with his teeth, he took one at a time into his mouth, sucking until she was writhing beneath him and arching her back to get closer.

At this rate she’d orgasm again without ever getting to feel him inside her.

She reached for his hips and tried to pull him toward her, but he didn’t budge. Didn’t stop his relentless torture. She heard herself whimper.

When he finally lowered himself on top of her and slid one leg between hers, she breathed a sigh of relief. Or maybe it was desperation. The weight of him was delicious, and she threaded her fingers into his hair, bringing his mouth to hers. She ran her tongue along his lower lip just to hear him groan again.

“Christ, you feel good,” he said in a low growl, lifting his mouth from hers.

He muttered something soothing against her ear in Spanish, and her entire body melted at the sound.