Extreme Danger (McClouds & Friends #5)(47)

He was laughing at her now. “That’s cool. I can do extreme.”

She swatted at him. “Stop it! You’re playing dumb on purpose!”

He caught her hand in his, turned it, pressed a lingering kiss to the damp palm. “Calm down, babe,” he said softly. “I don’t think it’s your job to worry about it. I think you should leave that all to me.”

He just didn’t get it, the arrogant…argh. “But I—”

“I’ll do whatever it takes to get you off. Got a problem with that?”

She opened her mouth, trying to think of some response that didn’t sound hysterical or crazy. Problem? Hah. Problem was putting it mildly. Her problem was how fragile she felt, and how charismatic he was, the way he tore down her barriers as if they were tissue paper.

But what was she supposed to say? Gee, do you think you could just, you know, turn me on just a little bit less? Right. Sure.

She swallowed over the bumpy quiver in her throat, and shook her head. Officially, for the record, she had no problem with that.

“I can’t scream, though,” she informed him primly. “So put it out of your head. My landlady’s bedroom is right below this one. She’d probably call the police. She’s elderly. And very religious.”

“Great. That gives me a benchmark. When the cops are hauling me away in cuffs, that’s when I know I did good.”

He scooped her up, lifting and tugging until she was on her knees facing him, straddling his crossed legs. He propped his cock up so it stuck straight up between them. He gripped her waist and lifted her higher, nuzzling her breasts. “Tits are a nice way to start,” he observed. “I’ve barely had a chance to look at these properly, what with one thing and another.” He cupped one in his hand, drew the sensitive tip into his mouth and lashed his tongue around it. “Your tits are amazing.”

The blunt compliment made her tingle and go gooey and soft. So did the delicious swirl of wet warmth from his hot mouth. “Ah, thanks,” she murmured. “So’s, ah, that. Whatever you’re doing to them.”

The low vibration of laughter reverberated through his body, and then he buried his face between them. Wallowing, licking, lapping. Worshipping them.

Her breasts had never been particularly sensitive before, at least not that she’d noticed. She’d figured they weren’t one of her erogenous zones. Wrong. They were the center of her universe, glowing points of light, of heat. His passionate caresses made her whole chest melt from the inside, shivering and soft, intensely alive. Shining.

His slightest touch sent sparkles up her nerves. She twisted, started, with electric jerks and shudders as he slowly unraveled her, begging with his mouth for something she could not grasp.

Surrender. Trust. That was what he wanted, what he silently demanded. Her resistance made her shudder, brought a gush of tears to her eyes. She dug her fingers into his hair and reminded herself exactly why his technique was so slick, his sensuality so fiercely focused. It was to prepare her to be physically capable of taking that ridiculously large thing of his into her body. There was nothing particularly personal about it. He was just being practical.

The thought made her angry. Which wasn’t really fair. After all, it was to his credit that he took his time, tried to please.

But damn it, she was going to start biting and clawing if he didn’t give her some relief. She lifted her head. “Nick,” she whispered. “Please.”

He wiped his mouth. “Please, what?”

“Just do it,” she pleaded. “Please, get on with it. Now.”

He shook his head slowly, a lazy smile on his lips, a gleam in his heavy lidded eyes. Pleased at the power he wielded over her. Proud of her desperation. She wanted to scream, pound on him, but she could barely speak. She was afraid to move.

“Come first,” he said. “Then I’ll give it to you.”

She dug her nails into his shoulders. “Don’t be a tease,” she snapped. “I swear. I will. In about two seconds, if you would just—”

“No. I want one of those mega-galactic, call the cops orgasms before I put my cock in you. I want lights flashing, sirens screaming, people yelling into megaphones, the whole deal. Got me?”

She tugged his hair, hard. “Is that some stupid macho rule?”

“It’s my stupid macho rule.” His teeth grazed her throat. “That’s how I know for sure that you’re ready.”

Her nervous energy was breaking up into helpless, shuddering laughter. “Sounds risky,” she coughed out. “They might haul you away in cuffs before you get any satisfaction for yourself.”

He snorted. “I don’t think their response time is that good.”

“But really. No jokes. I swear, Nick,” she assured him. “I’m so ready. I’ve never been so ready in my life.”

“Then give me what I want.” His velvety voice stroked and soothed, but behind it was unyielding steel. “Show me you’re ready. Don’t waste time telling me.”

She writhed in speechless frustration. So close…and yet she had no clue how to get from where she was to where she needed to go.

His arms slid around her waist, and down, cupping her bottom. “You want some more help?”

She hid her face against the tangle of dark hair that covered his neck, and nodded violently. She didn’t know what he meant by that, nor did she care. Anything was good, anything at all. Just more. Just now.