Page 54 of Imperfect Match (Imperfect Match 1)
“Then I think I’d like to taste it.” She gets even closer to my ear, so close I can feel her lips. “Lick it. Suck
it.”
The elevator doors open on our floor, and I bolt through them like a rifle shot, dragging her behind me. “Yours or mine?”
She’s laughing as she stumbles along in her heels. “Mine.”
I stop in front of her door. “Open it. Right the fuck now.”
She takes the key from her purse, and I grab it out of her hand, shoving it into the lock. I turn it, throw the door open, yank her through, and toss the key on the floor. “You were saying?”
Her smile says come get me as she backs into the living room. There’s only one lamp on, so I can barely make out the fire in her eyes, but I know it’s there. I’m walking straight toward her, my hands loosening the knot in my tie.
“Are you going to give me what I want?” she asks breathlessly, dropping onto the couch.
I want to rip that dress off her and ravage her in ten different ways, but there’s something hot about letting her think she’s the boss.
For a minute or two anyway.
I pull my tie off and throw it aside—not too far, since it could be useful later, especially if she really gives me trouble. Then I unbutton my shirt. Unbuckle my belt. Unzip my pants. I remove my clothing one article at a time, my eyes locked on hers. She watches my every move, her mouth falling open, her breath coming faster, her eyes going wide.
I leave my boxer briefs for last, and when I finally take them off, she stares at my massive erection and licks her lips.
“Does that answer your question about how hard I am for you?”
“Yes.” She moves to the edge of the couch and runs her hands up the front of my thighs. Looks up at me. “And it’s a very good answer.”
“I’m a bit of an overachiever.”
She smiles, her mouth tantalizingly close to my cock. “I can tell.”
I’m about done with standing still, but then she wraps both hands around my shaft and rubs the crown over her gorgeous full lips. My legs nearly give out. “Fuck,” I whisper, watching her tongue swirl across the tip.
My hands curl into fists as she licks me from bottom to top once, twice, three times, going slower with each stroke and moaning softly. I’m fighting the urge to put my fingers in her hair, hold her head steady, and fuck her mouth—I’m fighting it so hard, I clench my jaw painfully tight.
And then she takes me between her lips, sliding her hot little mouth down my hard length, and I groan in agony. The agony intensifies when she slips one hand between my legs and caresses me playfully. I stop battling the devil on my shoulder and fist one hand in the back of her hair as she moves her head up and down in a lazy, luxurious rhythm, a little deeper every time. When she finally takes me to the back of her throat, I can’t even breathe. I don’t know what the fuck she’s even doing with her tongue, but it feels like the most magnificent moment of my life. My entire body is on fire, and I’m dangerously close to orgasm.
But I don’t want her to stop. It’s a side of Willow I’ve never seen—unabashed, smoking hot, totally confident. Yet she’s vulnerable like this too. I’m standing over her with her head in my hands and my dick in her mouth. It gives me a sense of power, of being in command, and it shows how much she trusts me.
When I know I won’t be able to hold back if she keeps going, I pull back. “You need to stop.”
“Why?” she asks, panting a little. “Don’t you like it?”
“I like it too much, and I don’t want this to be over so soon.”
“But we have all night.” With a troublemaking gleam in her eye, she takes me back into her mouth again, and she doesn’t stop until my legs go numb and my knees threaten to buckle and I’m cursing and growling and coming so hard in her mouth I don’t know how she’s not choking on it.
Finally, she collapses back onto the couch, breathing hard and wiping her lower lip with the back of one hand. Her expression is one of triumph. “Ha,” she says. “I got what I wanted.”
“You are a very bad girl, Willow Hayes. And I think you need to be punished.” I lean over and reach for my tie.
She glances at it in my hands. “What are you going to do with that?”
“I’m going to tie you up.”
She starts to giggle. Our eyes lock, and I can tell she thinks I’m joking. But then I get her by the wrist, and her laughter fades.
“Reid, you’re not serious.”
