Stuck: A Secrets and Lies prequel Booth, Ainsley (latest novels to read txt) 📖

She shakes her head, smiling. “Tell me.”

“When I squeeze your skin, it turns the same pretty shade of pink. And now every time I think of you blushing, I’m going to remember…” I rake my hand down her torso and settle it hard on her hip, where I squeeze until she gasps. “That sound. My God, it’s perfect.”

“Were you this dirty ten years ago?” Her eyes are wide, and she bites her lip.

“I don’t think I was this dirty ten hours ago, Hazel. We have some smoking chemistry between us, though, so who knows what would have happened?” I lean over her and suck one of her nipples into my mouth with a wet, hungry slurp.

Fuck yes.

No more waiting.

I need to know what the most sensitive part of her tastes like. I drop to the floor and drag her to the edge of the couch, pulling her outside leg over my shoulder.

Kissing my way up her inner thigh, I take a moment as I reach the crease between her leg and her pussy to breathe her in and appreciate the soft, gentle beauty of her body. Her curls are blonde here, lightly dusting the darker skin of her labia before giving way to the delicious pink of slick, wet skin inside her folds. I run my nose along the curls before tracing the same path with my fingers.

She shivers, but holds still, as I told her to. I lift my head long enough to praise her again, then bow back to my task.

The first taste of her is musky and light, the second stronger and sweeter. I lick up to her clit and then circle it, slowly at first, long licks, before closing my mouth around the hard, throbbing nub and sucking.

She comes up off the couch, her hands sliding into my hair, and croons my name. “Sam…”

Damn straight. I want her to say my name as she comes on my face. I want her to lose her mind while I suck her off, just as I lost my mind at the window.

I push her thighs wide with my forearms, opening up her cunt for my mouth. My fingers. My teeth, just to test, as I nip at her labia.

“God, yes,” she cries out. “Sam, please.”

“Tell me,” I demand. “Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me.”

“Condoms are all the way in the bedroom, babe. You gotta come first, then I’ll drag you to my bed. Is that what you want?” I slide two fingers into her slick, tight hole. “That’s right. Fuck my hand.”

I dip my head again and capture her clit again as she bucks against my mouth.

Her climax is bold and fast, just like Hazel. She floods my tongue with a burst of sex and passion and something unique to this night, to this woman.

I bury my face in the soft, tender skin of her inner thigh when she pushes my head off her sensitive flesh. This woman. Who wanted me to push her to her knees, and is now stroking my hair.

It’s not until after she starts to laugh that either of us remembers I told her to hold still.

“You could punish me,” she says, giggling, as I strip out of my clothes. Once I’m naked, I haul her off the couch and shove her playfully toward my bedroom.

“I will absolutely spank you, the second I catch you,” I growl.

She shrieks and runs ahead, but she stops as soon as she gets through the doorway. “Oh, this room is even nicer,” she says. “That view is whoa.”

I catch her around the waist and bury my face in her neck. She smells warm and womanly, and I can’t get enough. “Caught you.”

“You tricked me with the CN Tower outside your window.”

“Whatever I need to do to gain the upper hand.” I pick her up and spin us around, pointing her to the bed. “Get on your knees.”

She does, then wiggles her hips at me, and I pounce. It’s less of a spanking and more of a wrestling match, where I need to dig my fingers into the soft curve of her hips to hold her in place, and she likes that even more than the light swats I land on her bottom.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, her eyes dancing, when I finally pin her down. She’s stretched out on her back and I’m between her legs. The wetness of her pussy is a crazy distraction against the throbbing length of my cock.

“No you aren’t.”

She shakes her head, giggling. “Not even a little.”

“So if I want you to hold still, I’ll need to make you?” I curve one eyebrow up in a menacing look, and her face goes serious.

“I guess so,” she says mock-solemnly. “Oh. No.”

Fuck, I need to be inside this woman. “Come here, you minx,” I murmur, tangling my hand in her hair as I kiss her.

Her tongue, her breath, the hard scrape of her teeth as she sinks them into my lower lip—all of it is magic, and none of it is enough. More. I need more.

I take her with me as I roll to the side of the bed, and she giggles. I grab a condom, then two more. Just in case.

That’s how I enter her for the first time, with both of us on our sides, facing each other. Time slows as my pulse jacks up. She wraps her top leg over my hip. I roll the latex down my shaft. Her fingers wrap around my slick length and she guides me into her as I pull her close.

The look on her face is unforgettable. Eyes wide, then wider again, and her lips part.

“Oh,” she breathes, and I feel it too. An obscene stretch, because she’s slick but still tight, her little pussy eager for me but not quite ready. But then her heat gives way and inch by inch she slides onto me, until I’m buried all the way. “Sam…”

We fuck like that, entwined on our sides. Outside the window, the snow still swirls, a