Burned(12)

“More exciting than you thought possible?” Her fingers slid beneath the loose waist of his pants and pushed them down.

“Definitely.”

“Then get your shoes and jeans off.”

Throwing caution and concerns aside, Hauk dove at the offer he was given and toed off his boots. Grinning a seductive grin he’d never thought of as sexy before, Vic bent at the knees and lowered his jeans. Then she knelt before him.

She said nothing about his lack of underwear. She flattened her hands on his pelvis and kissed his stomach just below his belly button. When he thought she might travel south, she instead moved to her left, kissing a trail along his hip bone, teasing him with her lips and tongue and warm breaths.

Stepping free of his jeans, he swept her bangs from her forehead, enjoying the sensation of silken strands slipping through his fingers. She angled her head enough to look up at him as she began her journey to the right. Every teasing kiss and warm breath ramped his desire higher and higher. His muscles and skin danced beneath her touch. His knees weakened so much he was surprised he stayed standing.

The sun shone through her windows and created a halo of her hair. Its sister light glinted in her eyes when she glanced at him.

The sun wasn’t what made her seem different.

All the years of being friends with Vic, of sharing secrets with her, of laughing with her, of cheering each other up when they were down, he’d never seen her in the light she was bathed in. It was a light that had nothing to do with the morning sun. There was a freedom as she urged him to forget about the world around them.

Her nails dug gently into his hips, a bite of pain mixed with the pleasure of her mouth, as she caressed her way from his hips to his cock. His balls tightened. The tension spread through him, wrapped around his lower spine.

Feeling animalistic, instinct drove him to drop his head back and howl, yet the sight of her before him, exploring her power over his body, was so damn sexy he couldn’t rip his gaze away from her if he tried.

On her knees, with her hips moving in slow circles he barely noticed, she licked his tip. A hum vibrated from her throat as a groan rumbled from his. Rather than take him into her mouth, which he was sure would bring an end to things rapidly, Vic trailed tentative kisses along the length of him.

Her fingers brushed his skin as they slid toward his erection. The tingling in his spine intensified. Spread higher. He could count the number of his lovers on one hand and have fingers left over. It had been a long time since he’d felt a woman’s touch, longer since one had snared him so tightly into her web.

He opened his legs wider, lowering himself an inch or two. Her eyes pinched at the outer edges as she smiled. The next instant she’d cupped his balls in one hand and held his cock in the other.

With her fist wrapped lightly around him, squeezing in gentle pulses, she sucked the tip of him.

Tingles turned to jolts of electricity. Each suck sent another jolt along his spine.

She stroked down, following her hand with her mouth, taking him deeper. Up and down, in and out, over and over, her velvet tongue glided, edging him closer to release.

He gritted his teeth against the urge to thrust, to take the control from her.

She never stopped sucking him, bit by bit taking him deeper until her hand dropped away and only her mouth was on him.

His muscles gripped his spine. His balls tightened. His cock twitched.

She opened wider and took him as far as he could fit. His orgasm was coming faster than he wanted. Needing to stop her, to make this last longer, he tried to pull her head back. She only shook her head and kept sucking.

His tip bumped her throat and pushed past her tonsils. She never hesitated or gagged. Her tongue and mouth massaged him, encouraged him to let go. He lost the battle for control. His orgasm shot through him. Flames flickered in his brain. His head dropped back as he groaned, and his knees buckled. She braced him with her body, holding him up as she drank him in.

Dear God, what was she doing to him? One minute they were friends and the next they were lovers. And it was good. So fucking good he wanted to do it again and again. But that had him thinking long-term, and a girl like her deserved so much more than he could ever give her.

He was well past the point of denying he cared for her as more than a friend, but he had a shitty history with women hanging over his head. It was a deadly one that prevented him from getting involved enough to give Vic the family she dreamed of. And he wasn’t sure they would be able to back off from what they’d started.

So what the fuck was he going to do now?

Sex with Vic was a mistake. One he couldn’t undo. One he shouldn’t repeat. One he hoped wouldn’t destroy their friendship.