Page 40 of Brutal Sin
She was wound tight, eagerly wondering how he planned to win this battle in ten minutes. And if he didn’t, how would he deal with a night in her bed? Hell, how the heck would she handleit?
He slid his palm along her leg, toward the apex of her thighs. He held her gaze as the heat of his touch came closer.
A finger, or maybe it was a thumb, skirted gently over the edge of her pussy lips. Delicate and oh, so light. It could barely be considered a touch. It was a breath. A whisper of sensation through the slickness of her arousal.
“I’m surprised you’re this wet. Seeing how you’re not interested and all.” His touched gained pressure, parting her, tempting her opening.
She wanted more. Needed more. “I never said I wasn’t interested.”
“Right…” Back and forth, his touch raked over her slit, teasing and torturous. “You just lacked faith in my ability.”
She opened her mouth, poised to respond when two fingers slid deep, penetrating her, making her back arch off the bed. He curled those digits inside her, finding her sensitive spot faster than she ever found it herself.
Nofair.
She clamped her thighs together, tight, and rocked into the rhythmic stroke against her G-spot.
“Still think I can’t get you there in another eight minutes?”
“Goddammit. Shut the hellup.”
He chuckled, and she didn’t understand how he could be unaffected. Maybe that was the reason he kept rejecting women in the Vault. Did he have erection issues?
She lowered her gaze, down his pristine, white dress shirt, to his waistband, then his crotch.
Nope. His reluctance definitely wasn’t an arousal issue. The hard, thick length of him strained against his zipper.
He wantedher.
Or maybe he just wantedsex.
Either way, it didn’t matter. The thought of his desire made her squirm. Made her throb. Pressure landed on her clit, the spark of enthusiastic tingles taking over her core. He was succeeding. Winning. Not that she wanted him to fail. She craved another of his masterful orgasms.
“You’re gorgeous.”
The solemn compliment fractured her bliss and she blinked away the confusion to find him visually worshiping her body. The glide of his attention raked her skin, causing havoc, inspiring hysteria.
“The worst part about this agreement is the inability to fuck you.” His free hand splayed across her stomach, creeping higher.
“What? Whynot?”
“That’s not part of the deal.” He grasped her covered breast, working the cup down to brush his fingers over her nipple. Back and forth. Up anddown.
“Forget the deal,” she panted, arching into his touch.
“I wouldn’t have time.” He grinned, but this curve of lips was half-hearted. “There’s only six minutesleft.”
She whimpered and he responded to her unspoken plea by adding another finger to her pussy. He stretched her, the muscles of her core protesting with a delicious twinge.
“I want your feet on the bed. Soles on the mattress.”
She complied, lifting her legs, bending her knees, willing to do anything to continue the bliss.
“Ass up. I want to seeyou.”
Her cheeks warmed as she obeyed, raising her butt off the bed to give him a betterview.
“Fuck.” It was barely a word, his voice more of an incoherent growl. “Tell me what you’re thinking. I want to hear those dirty thoughts.”
