Raw Redemption (Crossing the Line #4)(18)

Fuck me. “You always use fingers on that *, Ailish? Nothing else?”

“Nothing else.”

A growl broke free without warning. Henrik slid his middle finger up the back of her thigh, slowly, so slowly, and felt Ailish hold her breath. Until finally his palm curved around the left side of her ass, rubbing the flesh beneath her skirt in circles. “My fingers are a lot bigger than yours. It would be more of a f*cking than a fingering if I put my middle one down the front of your underwear. You could ride it just like a dick.”

Ailish pushed her backside into his hand on a moan and he squeezed, hard enough that she shot back onto her toes. With the depraved half of him rising to the surface, Henrik leaned back and lifted Ailish’s skirt, getting his first full look at her almost-bare backside. Shit. The girl was beyond fine. Not that her attractiveness was breaking news, but the cheap white cotton panties almost killed him. They covered everything, but hid exactly nothing. Those pretty palm-sized cheeks that had probably never been smacked, never been propped up in the air. God he wanted to be the first everything for that ass.

And hell, that was before she started to dance. She tossed that red hair back and started rocking her hips side to side, muscles flexing in her thighs and calves. For just a moment, Henrik was able to tear his rapt gaze from the temptation of her bottom to seek her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Jesus. Eyes glazed over, lips held prisoner by white teeth, she was the razor’s edge of temptation. Her expression of ecstasy alone would be enough to get Henrik off for a lifetime’s worth of showers, but combined with the standing lap dance she was treating him to? He’d be lucky to make it out of this situation alive.

Need just a few more minutes of this…then I’ll stop…

Henrik smoothed his hand down one side of her butt. “Giving me a private show, Lish? That’s real nice.” He had no control over the slap his hand delivered, or the groan that sailed past his lips when her flesh shook a little in response. “I’m going to put my cock up against it again. You ready for that?”

He watched a shudder run down her back. “Yes. Please.”

There was no help for him. Ailish was begging for contact with those swaying hips, that blissed-out look on her face. And dammit, if his erection grew any more, he’d bust through the zipper of his jeans. Friction equaled survival for him at this point. Maybe one last reminder to keep his f*cking head was futile, but Henrik’s common sense issued the warning anyway as he stepped forward and—

“Ahhh. Christ.” When their lower bodies connected, Henrik reached past either side of Ailish to grip the dresser. She worked her tight ass on his lap, giving him the dirty kind of treatment a man gets in a private room at a strip club. The difference being, she wasn’t going through the motions. Her goal was to coax him into coming, draining right into his jeans. A little more of her dance and it would happen, too. He’d been dreaming of coming for Ailish since that day in the park. A significant part of him wanted to show her, too. This is what you do to me. But her parting shot in the car chose that moment to reverberate in his skull.

You haven’t given me enough yet.

The girl might get her kicks out of teasing, but he had a feeling she just hadn’t gotten something better yet. It was time someone fixed that oversight.

Henrik fisted a section of Ailish’s hair and tugged her head to one side, traveling up the side of her neck with bared teeth. “Feel how big you made me?”

Her nod was vigorous. “Yes,” she breathed. “I feel it.”

He openmouth-kissed the spot between neck and shoulder. “You’re a hot little tease, aren’t you? You like knowing I could unzip my jeans, give myself a couple pumps and spill all over that pretty ass. Huh?” His palm connected with her upper thigh. Crack. “But I told you last night. I told you you’re not the only one who can tease. Didn’t I?”

Without giving her a chance to answer, Henrik turned Ailish around, and seeing her dazed expression up close almost made him lose his train of thought. And it became imperative that he replace that confused arousal with satisfaction.

My responsibility. Mine.

Henrik maneuvered her toward the bed, using his body to guide her down onto the mattress, wasting no time fitting his dick into the notch of her thighs. Just for a few seconds. Just a few. Ailish was all wide eyes and shallow inhales of breath as she looked up at him, innocence so at odds with her seductress side.

Braced on his elbows, Henrik leaned down to kiss her mouth, rocking his hips forward just as their tongues met. Goddamn. Starbursts went off behind his eyelids, the lower planes of his stomach shaking. Somehow he found the will to end the kiss, to stop simulating the act he wanted to commit with her. “The difference when I tease, Alish?” Henrik eased down her body, lifting the hem of her T-shirt as he moved lower. “There’s a reward at the end.”

“What?” Her legs moved restlessly beneath him. “I—”

She broke off on a cry when Henrik bit down just inside her hip bone, nearly jackknifing off the bed. He pressed her back down onto the mattress with a palm to the chest and soothed the fading bite mark with his tongue. Then he sucked. He sucked the spot until it turned red, until the opposite leg tried to hook behind his neck and he was forced to pin her knee. “Breathe, Ailish,” he rasped. “I’m just getting started.”

Henrik moved across her body, giving the other hip the same treatment, before licking his way to the middle. Her belly button. It lifted and fell beneath his mouth, as if every part of her body had been programmed to tempt. To tease. So he gripped her hips to keep her still, noting that she stopped breathing above him.