Extreme Danger (McClouds & Friends #5)(109)

Too late now. Her feet barely hit the ground, he was dragging her down the cracked, buckled concrete walkway so fast.

“Nick, please. Just keep in mind, it’s not like I’m this big expert,” she babbled. “The truth is, I’ve hardly ever—”

He swung her around, and she bumped up against the door. He shoved the key into the knob lock, and leaned down to kiss her, a long, clinging, sweet kiss that left her dazzled.

He lifted his head, gazed into her eyes. “A few pointers,” he said.

She blinked at him, bit her lip. “I’m listening,” she whispered.

“Simple.” He held up a finger. “One. Enthusiasm. Two. Be gentle, but not too gentle. Three. Use your hands. Four, the more spit, the better. Five, no moving motor vehicles. Last, but not least—no teeth. Other than that, anything goes.”

He turned the key in the lock and pushed her inside.

Chapter

23

N ick had a bad moment when he looked around the hotel room. Cramped, stale-smoke-smelling, funky carpet, fake, peeling wood paneling, water-stained ceiling. Squalid.

But they wouldn’t be there long enough for it to matter. They weren’t even going to use that sagging, sad-looking bed.

“Talk about atmosphere,” he said. “This place is steeped in the vibe of illicit sex. We might be the first licit sex this room has ever seen.”

Her eyes did that sparkling thing they did when she smiled. “What’s licit sex?”

He thought about it for a second. “Nobody paid, nobody betrayed.”

She nodded, and they stared at each other for an awkward moment. Becca’s face turned pink.

“Um, so, where does one begin?” she asked. “I mean, shall we just get right to it? Or would you like, you know, a lead in? What do guys prefer, anyhow? I’ve never actually asked one.”

His grin spread helplessly over his face. This was going to be fun, watching her flail around, clueless. She was so f*cking cute.

“I mean, how would you like me to…should I undress?” she demanded. “Damn it, Nick, stop smirking at me like that!”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I can’t help it. I love to watch you stammer and get all flustered. The clueless virgin act really turns me on.”

“What a surprise,” she snapped. “Like, what doesn’t turn you on, Nick? It’s a simple yes or no question. Dressed or undressed?”

“Think about it. Maybe you can figure it out for yourself. A guy’s cock is harder than a railroad spike. What’s better? Getting it sucked by a gorgeous chick who’s wearing jeans and a T-shirt? Or getting it sucked by a gorgeous chick who’s bare-ass naked? Huh. Tough call.”

“I see,” she murmured. “You don’t have to be sarcastic—”

“Round ass cheeks,” he went on dreamily. “Silky white thighs. Big, soft, jiggling tits with tight nipples just begging to be licked and sucked. And that hot * is the best part—”

“OK! I get the picture! You’ve made your point! Stop grinning at me like that. If you piss me off, I’ll change my mind.”

He felt the grin on his face go hard and predatory. “Uh-uh,” he said softly. “You’re not leaving this room until I get what I want.”

She rolled her eyes. “Here we go again with the sexual power-tripping, hmm? Nick, the master of all that he surveys.”

“Hell, yeah. I do my best. I have to overcompensate like hell, since most of it rolls right off your back. Otherwise you’d steamroll over me.”

“Oh, yeah. Right,” she snapped. She yanked off her glasses, and started taking off her clothes without ceremony, but her matter-of-fact striptease had its usual effect. It made him sweaty-palmed, breathless, to watch her kick off the sneakers, shimmy out of her jeans, peel off the T-shirt, unhook the bra, pull down the panties. He unbuckled his jeans and shoved them down far enough to free his cock, which sprang up to bounce and sway like it was spring-loaded. He stroked it idly in his hands and waited for her to make another move. Her show, her call.

“Aren’t you going to take off your clothes?” she asked.

He shook his head. “No,” he said softly. “Me clothed, you naked. Me on my feet, you kneeling.”

She harrumphed, crossing her arms over her lush tits. “What is this, some male domination fantasy of yours?”

“What if it is?” he asked. “Anything wrong with that?”

She didn’t have a ready answer for that one and he pressed his advantage. “You’ll get your turn,” he assured her. “I’ll kneel before you naked and put my tongue up the imperial * for as long as you want. Hours, days. You’ll have to kick me away to make me stop.”

“That’s not the same thing,” she said primly.

“Why not?” he snapped.

“Because you’re a man,” she said as if it were obvious.

He snorted. “So I should hope. Stop your stalling.” He yanked the coverlet and the puffy synthetic blanket off the bed, folded them and tossed them onto the floor. “For your knees,” he explained.

“Ah,” she murmured. “How thoughtful of you.” She reached out, curling her smooth, cool fingers around his cock. “You’re burning hot.”