Page 124 of When There Was You
“Blood, war, destruction then? No comedies? Dramas?”
“I likedBeverly Hills Cop, Cannonball Run,and that one with Kurt Russell?” He pauses, then snaps his fingers.“Big Trouble in Little China.”
“So…actioncomedies? Way to branch out.”
He gives me a sidelong glance as we reach the restaurant. “Let me guess…you only like romances?”
My brows furrow before I give him a flat look. “Wrong-o-rama. I’m game for almost anything.”
“Good. Because I’m putting that to the test later.”
It’s a promise, one far more delicious than what we’re about to eat.
I emergefrom the hotel bathroom in my emerald lace teddy. It’s not only a nod to Butch’s arresting irises, but it pairs nicely with my honey-blond hair. A deep V splits the material to my navel, and the high cut over each hip dissolves to a G-string in the rear. This audacious getup emboldens me.
Butch has stripped down to his jeans and stands by the window, low lamplight casting a sexy glow across his muscular frame. He’s already turned down the bed, and the crisp white sheets beckon in open invitation.
I strike a pose, watching him for a minute. Because the view is spectacular—and I’m not talking about the city. “Hey, Lumberjack,” I coo.
His head swivels, body following as he drinks me in. He takes his time, eyes growing hungrier by the second.
The ache thrashing within me intensifies. I’m a woman starved. For him.
“Come here, gorgeous,” he murmurs, holding out a hand.
Gentlemen, start your engines…
I join him at the window. A furtive glance convinces me we’re high enough that no one can see us.
Butch places my palms against the glass and nudges his knee between my legs, forcing them wider. His lips graze my cheek. “Mine,” he says, that bass tone a lightning strike to my groin.
“Yours,”I breathe, already so aroused my nipples ache.
He nuzzles my throat, trailing his tongue over to the sensitive area by my ear. His hands stroke the length of my arms, across my breasts, along my hips, and tease the apex of my thighs. He growls appreciatively and my flesh ripples in response.
“You look like such a sexy, naughty girl…so beautiful, baby.” His kisses trail down my back as every one of my cells responds to his words.
I’m panting.Yes, yes, yesssssssss.
“Are you my pretty whore tonight? My toy? Mine to do with as I please?” His fingers tease my entrance and the other hand travels across my front to pinch my nipple through the lace. It’s scratchy against my tender skin, but I like it.
“Yes,” I croak.
He hums deep. His erection strains behind his jeans, pressing into me so hard that whimpers leave my throat. His assault continues and I’m so taut I may spontaneously combust.
“Butch,” I plead.
He spins me around. “On your knees, baby. Open that fuckable mouth.”
Oh, hell yeah. I sink to the carpet, salivating for him. He’s already unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his zipper partially undone. The teasing glimpse of his bulging cock floods my center anew.
He caresses my hair, stroking down my face, and lifts my chin. Our eyes fuse, and his burn with raw hunger. “Do you know what the sight of you like this does to me?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. “Now pull out my cock and suck it like it’s all you’ll ever need.”
My eager hands obey, sighing with choked desperation when my fingers wrap around his girth. I draw him hungrily into my mouth. He’s so hard, I marvel at all that strength. His dirty talk has me spun up and I’ve never wanted anything more than to be used and defiled by this man for hours. Butch’s king-size dick is difficult to manage in its entirety, but I’m on fire. He leaves one hand fisted in my hair, feeding me every inch. My throat opens to take him deeper and deeper with each pull of my hollowed cheeks.
“You can take it, Sundance,all of it,” he murmurs.
I work harder, and a low “fuuuuuuuck” rolls from his lips.
