Twist My Heart Brooke Taylor (classic books to read .TXT) 📖

ink had had me ready to lick the Jeep’s window. Given that Titan had already licked them, I’d held myself back.

I eased the dressing room door farther open. Nik needed a little push and I had just the thing to kick his ass clean over the edge. Scanning the department store, his head slowly panned right to left, hitching as he caught sight of me ogling him through the cracked door. He kept his focus forward as he crossed his arms over his chest, straining the cotton T-shirt as he spread his back muscles and popped his biceps. “Yes?”

“Can you come tell me if I have this on right?” I bit down on my lip, but failed to suppress my giggle.

A deep snarling sound erupted from his throat, but he didn’t turn to look. Tightly, he managed one word. “Behave.”

Behave? I held in a chuckle. Oh, hell no. It was too damn entertaining not to. I stepped into the small aisle between the dressing rooms. Why was he acting so prim? There was no one else around and he’d already seen me naked after the ice bath. I dragged my teeth over my lower lip. “Nikolas…”

That turned his head.

The speed at which he backed me into the dressing room made me gasp. Who knew a man his size could move so quickly and quietly? My mouth blubberingly tried to finish, “What do you thin—” Oh, who could fucking think anyway?

With a burning press of his thumbs on my pelvic bones, his hard fingers wrapped into the soft flesh of my hips as he stalked me backwards in slow motion. My nearly naked body was thrumming with acute awareness of how close it was to his fully clothed one—the rough brush of his belt against the hollow of my exposed belly button, the durable fabric of his pants grazing the delicate skin of my inner thighs, the hard edge of his hiking boots sweeping against the sensitive arch of my foot. Each slow step back, each dragging brush of his clothing against my skin, sent a new round of goosebumps to scatter. And another wave of heat to pummel my core.

“What do I think?” he hissed. “I think the saleslady is going to call mall security.”

I backed, bumping into the mirrored wall. Hot panting breaths pushed from his lips down between the swells of my breasts as their jiggling motion caught his attention. My nipples strained painfully, fighting for more than the grazing rake of his eyes they received. The smoldering look he returned with sent a wild flush to sizzle through me.

“Is that what you want?” Leaning in, he whispered roughly against my ear, “For the saleslady to hear you?”

His grip shifted off my hip as his palm came around low on my abdomen pressing me flush against the wall. The glass mirror chilled my ass cheeks, sharply contrasting with the heat burning off Nik’s body, the combination devastatingly erotic.

“Or for some mall cop to come and stop me?”

“No,” I gasped in a whimper. My breath stuttered and trembled with need. “Please, don’t stop.”

“Not unless you say the word.” His ground-out, low vibrato made it sound like a threat. I took it as a whispered promise.

But I didn’t want words. “Touch me.”

“Here?” His fingertips teased the elastic band.

My quiet voice was hoarse with impatience. “Lower.”

The wide band on his watch jangled as his wrist flicked the cold metal against my skin. The warm heel of his palm slid whisper quiet over the black mesh as his fingers cupped me between my thighs. A pleasurable cry shot up my throat, tangling in the air with his breathy growl. His free hand quickly clasped over my mouth.

“Time to play the Quiet Game, Tigger,” he gritted out against the shell of my ear. Goosebumps tingled across my skin. “You can’t make any noise, understand?”

I nodded, then brushed a kiss against his palm as the hand covering my mouth abandoned my lips.

Nik braced against the mirror so his body could angle over mine. I wanted it against me. But before I could protest, strong fingers began moving between my legs, massaging. Despite the rest of his body remaining as motionless as a statue, I could feel the intense energy building within him. Every muscle tightening, drawing me closer. He took care not to crush himself against my sore ribs. Exercised control not to grind against me or grip me too tightly. Even so, his body had thoroughly invaded mine and I was happy to surrender it no matter the pain that may come. My hips shifted impatiently, curling my body tighter into his palm as I rocked harder into his hand.

With intense, watchful eyes, he dared me to make a noise as his hand shifted up. The loss of its warmth between my thighs was greatly missed as it slid up to my less appreciative belly. At my whimper, he cocked a brow to remind me of our game. Ready to beg for his hand’s return, I silently moaned, feeling his strong fingers ducked back down. This time they tunneled beneath the mesh, his rough pads passing over my sex. Skin on heated skin. I bit back a throaty groan, swallowing it down whole.

At my struggle, flares flashed in his emerald eyes. He liked having control as he tortured me with pleasure. God help me, so did I.

My lips jammed together with bruising force as pleasurable cries threatened to escape. His strong finger slid hot and wet along my center. Ohhhh…dear…lord. He was quick to catch my head jerking back in ecstasy before it banged against the mirror.

“You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you?” He flashed a wide and devilish smirk as his lone finger slipped and teased, circling easily. “Thinking about French fries wouldn’t do this to you.”

I shook my head, clamping my lips tight against the howl roaring behind them. Only you do this to me, hung in the haze of my brain, but this was the Quiet Game and I wanted