Dirty Sexy Saint (Dirty Sexy #1)(41)

A flash of sadness followed by anger sparked in her eyes. “Why would she do that to a little boy?”

He knew exactly why, and since he’d already come this far, he answered her question honestly. “Because the people in town knew me as a low-life Kincaid. The bastard child of a crack whore. And having a poor, dirty kid standing outside of their store wasn’t good for business.”

She gave him a heartbroken look as her thumbs stroked along his jaw, her touch gentle and oddly comforting. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered.

He shrugged, pretending it no longer mattered. “It was a long time ago.”

She clearly wanted to say something more, but she smiled impishly at him instead, and he was grateful that she let it go.

“I will make you as many cupcakes as you like,” she said, his heart melting a little at her sincere promise. “Anytime you want.” And the serious mood that had settled between them dissipated in an instant.

He laughed, appreciating her lighthearted comment, and he let the past memories go in favor of more decadent, imminent pleasures. “You are the only cupcake I need,” he told her as he promptly stripped off her tank top, then unhooked her bra and dropped it to the floor, baring her gorgeous breasts to his gaze, his hands, his mouth. “But I do think you need a little frosting.”

His little vixen nodded eagerly. “Yes, I think so, too,” she agreed as she shifted restlessly on his thighs, once again massaging his thickening cock against her denim-clad sex.

Grinning at how impatient she already was, he dipped his finger into the froth of lemon-flavored icing and dabbed a generous amount on both of her tight nipples. Her lips parted on a gasp, which then turned into a sweet, sweet moan of need when he pushed her full breasts up with his hands and set out to clean up the mess he’d made.

He flicked his tongue across each taut bead of flesh and used his teeth to scrape across those delectably perky nipples that tasted like spun sugar laced with a touch of lemon extract. Yum. He opened his mouth wider, taking her breast deeper while sucking and licking off the last bit of the tasty treat.

She exhaled on a soft moan of pleasure and slid her fingers through his hair. Her head fell back, and her spine arched for more of his mouth as she brazenly rode his stiff cock through their jeans, grinding against him in a mindless, lust-induced fog.

Heat, sharp and demanding, slammed through him. Jesus Christ, if she didn’t stop her erotic lap dance, he was going to come in his jeans like a horny teenager who had no self-control. But that’s what Samantha did to him. She stripped away all his restraint, made him wild and desperate to be so deep inside her she’d never forget he was there. That she was his.


No matter how unrealistic, that possessive thought drove him, along with the pounding, pulsing need to feel her body tighten around his cock and milk him dry. Until he realized he had no protection on him.

He pulled his mouth from her swollen nipple and swore, the sound harsh and frustrated. “I need to get a condom.”

Shit, talk about a buzzkill, but there was no way he’d take any kind of risk with her.

She slowly lifted her lids, her heavy lashes shadowing her eyes, but there was no mistaking the beguiling smile curving her pink lips. “Actually, I have one in the front pocket of my shorts.”

He blinked at her, surprised by her unexpected announcement. “You do?”

She giggled, the sound adorably playful and naughty as she pulled out a foil wrapper and gave it to him. “I found a box of condoms in your bathroom drawer, and I wanted to be prepared when this happened again.”

He was both grateful and relieved at her foresight. The fact that she was so sure they’d have sex again that she’d kept a condom on her at all times so it wouldn’t be an issue made him harder than he already was.

He guided her off his lap so that she was standing in front of him. Looking up at her, he unsnapped her shorts, unzipped them, and let them drop to the ground. “You’re such a naughty, dirty girl,” he teased.

“With you, I am,” she admitted, and to prove her point, without an ounce of modesty, she pushed her panties down her legs and kicked them off, too, leaving her completely naked to his gaze.

Goddamn, she was gorgeous. Her body so sleek yet curvy in all the right places. So sensual and sexy he knew he’d never get enough of her, no matter how many times he f*cked her.

“Sit down on the table,” he ordered as he pulled his T-shirt over his head, then nearly ripped open the front of his jeans so that he could sheathe his cock and be ready to drive into her. Just as soon as he sampled her dessert in one more place.

“Lean back and spread your legs, Cupcake,” he demanded, dying to get a taste of her once again. “I haven’t had my fill of this delicious frosting yet.”

She did as he asked, parting her thighs wide and opening herself up to him completely. Her * was so plump and wet, and the glistening folds separated to reveal that pearl of flesh nestled at the hood of her sex. He raked his gaze up the length of her body until he reached her face. She was biting her lower lip, and the flush sweeping across her cheeks had nothing to do with being shy. No, the pink tinge, and the escalating rise and fall of her breasts, was pure anticipation.

He wasn’t going to disappoint. He dragged his thumb through the frosting, then smeared the creamy substance across her clit and down her slit so he’d have every excuse to slide his tongue in every single crevice to clean it all up. When he reached the wettest part of her, her hips jerked against his hand and her breath hitched in her throat. Undeterred, he pushed two thick fingers all the way inside of her and used his thumb to swipe across her sticky clit once again.