Love on Beach Avenue(76)

His hands tugged off her skimpy top, baring her lace-covered breasts to his eyes. “This one could be a win-win for both of us. I make you beg, and you give me an entire free day of your time to do as I wish.”

Her hazel eyes widened. “Like I’m your slave?”

“Exactly.” His gaze raked over her half-naked body. “Always wondered what you’d look like in a French maid costume.”

An outraged gasp escaped her lips. “Hell no. That’s never gonna happen.”

“So no bet?”

He loved the fire that lit up her eyes with the prospect of a good challenge. “Fine. But if I don’t beg, you’re on call for me. You either babysit Zoe or serve drinks shirtless at one of my bachelorette parties.” An evil glint in her eyes flashed. “My choice.”

Damn, she was ruthless. God, he loved it. He lowered his mouth to hers and growled. “Done.”

Then he kissed her hard.

She gave it all back, opening her mouth to his and wrapping her legs tight around his hips.

He slowly broke the kiss and peeled her skirt up so it bunched around her hips, then stared at the tiny scrap covering her sweet pussy, sucking in a hard breath. “God, you’re so damn beautiful.” His finger traced the sensitive crease of her thighs, running a teasing path over her shivering skin. “The things I want to do may shock you, sweetheart.”

She wriggled her hips and began unbuttoning his shirt. “You don’t scare me.” Her bravado contradicted her trembling fingers as she ripped the fabric open, then dug her nails into his chest. He hissed in reaction, and it made her feel bolder. “I didn’t wait this long to be safe now,” she challenged.

In one swift movement, he dragged her panties down her legs and threw them on the floor. Slowly, he parted her thighs wide, opening her up to his hungry gaze. He took a while to stare at her, arousal squeezing his dick at her gorgeous swollen, pink lips, already wet for him.

“Carter.” Her voice tore at him, slightly ragged, slightly nervous.

He grinned, and lowered himself down to the bed, his shoulders braced between her legs. “I can’t wait to hear you beg,” he whispered.

“You bastard. I—oh God!”

He licked her, gathering her spicy essence and exploring every slick, satisfying inch. Ignoring the bundle of nerves throbbing for attention, he took his time, savoring every cry and wriggle as he pleasured her. Curving two fingers, he pushed inside her tight channel, experimenting until he hit the spot that made her heels arch into the bed and her body tighten.

Yes, right there.

With a low murmur of satisfaction, he kept up the steady rhythm while he teased her clit, pressing light kisses that never satisfied, until he felt her entire body poised on the edge, his name chanting from her lips. Then he closed his lips over the nub and sucked hard.

She came, twisting in his grasp, but he held her down and never let up the pressure, extending her orgasm. Drunk on her taste and open, heated response, he waited until she’d collapsed onto the mattress, panting for breath, her muscles limp and useless. Then he slid back up, cupped her cheeks, and took her mouth in a deep kiss.

When he finally released her lips, she stared at him with dazed hazel eyes. “I didn’t beg,” she managed drunkenly.

He laughed, unclasping her bra and pulling it off so she lay gloriously naked underneath. “That was just a warm-up, baby. Now I’m ready to get serious.”



He’d wrecked her, and he was just getting started.

Avery lay helplessly beneath his hard-muscled body as she tried to recover from the intense, mind-blowing orgasm. Oh, that mouth was skilled. She should have known he’d bring the same ruthless attention to detail in seducing a woman as hacking a computer program.

Even now, he was revving her back up. Plumping both breasts with his hands, he scraped his teeth against her tight nipple, then laved it with his tongue, bringing the peaks to such sensitivity, a sob caught in her throat.

Dear God, she didn’t stand a chance. She’d be begging in another three seconds, just to feel the exquisite sensation of him sucking hard on her nipple.

Fighting the drugging lethargy, she knew there was only one thing left to do.

Rally.

“Carter?”

He looked up, his lips damp, pure male satisfaction glinting from his eyes. “Yeah, baby?”

“My turn.”

Without warning, she hooked her ankle over his leg, mustered her strength, and flipped him over. Crawling on top of his body, she braced both legs around his hips and arched her back, displaying her naked body for his pleasure. Pride coursed through her at the raw hunger and lust in his gaze while he studied her, surrendering to her dominant position. Avery was amazed by how natural and free she felt in her sexuality with him. She’d never been a prude, but struggled with displaying her most erotic side to men, always a bit shy with her naked body and its curviness, wondering if they thought she was fat. But not with Carter. Every look and touch reminded her he wanted her.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured, reaching up to cup her breasts as she undulated and shook out her hair. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“And you’re overdressed,” she said with a wicked grin. “Let me take care of that.”

She unsnapped his jeans and tugged them down his legs. She took in the black briefs and the impressive erection that pressed against the soft fabric. Oh, he was so ready. She finished parting the folds of his shirt, and he lifted up to help her shrug it off his body. Her mouth watered, and she ran her fingers down his chest, exploring every carved muscle, loving the feel of his crisp hair tickling her palms. “How are you so fit for a computer guy?” she asked, stroking along the waistband of his underwear.