Page 177 of Handsome Devil
Suits. I liked suits. I liked a big, gorgeous, manly man in a suit.
But Dane wore suits. And I’d seen him in jeans, which was just as sexy. And now, in sweats, in which his hips and his package looked amazing. So I said, “Cargos. Full military gear.”
His eyebrow rose.
“Uniforms,” I forced out. I swallowed as he pressed in closer. “Uh… Police uniform. Firemen. Ambulance workers…”
He listened, his eyes drifting over my lips. He was leaning in and I just kept talking, trying to think of any possible thing I’d ever seen a man wear but hadn’t seenhimwear.
“Flak vest? SWAT gear? Lab coat…”
His lips met my jaw and drifted over my skin.
“Tool belt. Work boots. Those reflective vests…”
His mouth brushed my throat and I shivered.
“Coveralls. Hip waders…”
His tongue drifted up my neck and I held onto the counter for balance.
“Lederhosen,” I rasped out. “Kilt…”
He drew back, looking in my eyes. There was a faint smirk on his lips and his eyes were dark with lust.
Oh, God. I was not getting out of this.
I didn’t want to get out of this.
His hands went to his hips. “Well, I don’t have any of those,” he said, “so I guess I’ll just…” And down went the sweats, with a flick of his thumbs. They drifted down to his ankles, and he stood naked in front of me.
“Uh…”
“Better?”
I swallowed again. My eyes dropped to his dick without permission. The man had the sexiest, strongest hips, and hard thighs sprinkled with hair. Mouth-watering. But his dick was utter perfection. Thick and juicy. He was half-hard; the head was swollen and a ruddy pink.
I wanted to lick it. Slowly. While he made that helpless, alpha-caught-in-a-trap, growling noise of his. The one that slipped out just before he completely lost control and came all over my face last night in the shower.
I had no idea it would be so fucking sexy to watch a cock convulse in orgasm, inches from my eyes, and feel a man’s semen pour all over my face. While he groaned in pleasure as he watched himself paint my face with thick ropes of his own come.
But fuck yes, it was.
I looked into his eyes in a daze.
“What were we talking about?” I mumbled. “What did you say?”
“Nothing.” He leaned in again, his lips drifting over mine. “I didn’t say… anything.” He kissed me softly. His lips lingered on mine and I felt the warm rush through my body.
“God, I hate you so much,” I murmured.
“Mmm,” he murmured back, as he kissed his way across my jaw and down my throat. His hands slipped under my dress and started sliding the fabric up as he kissed my neck. “That’s okay,” he said, drifting his mouth down my chest, over my nipple, so I could feel the heat through the fabric. I arched my back a little, whimpering. “You come so hard when you hate me…”
Truth.
He went down on his knees and I just stood there, watching him. I wanted his mouth on my pussy so bad I could taste it. His hands slid up, up, taking my dress with them, until his palms cupped my naked breasts. Okay, so I hadn’t put my bra on. Maybe I wanted him to touch my bare nipples. Badly.
Also, I didn’t put on any panties.
