“Tell me what you want, Rusty.” She placed light kisses on his lips then to the right along his jaw to his hairline, stopping to whisper in his ear. “How do you want me? Nice and slow?” She ran her tongue around the edge of his ear. “Do you want to kiss every inch of me, taste me, suck me and tease me until I beg you to take me?” She placed her tongue in the shell of his ear, leaving behind wetness, and blew on it gently, making him shiver. “Do you want to enter me, just the tip at first, pushing in slowly until you’re completely sheathed? Do you want to thrust incredibly slowly, until we’re so sensitive we can hardly bear to move, drawing out our orgasms, making me wait to come?”
She moved back and kissed across his cheek, brushed his lips—which were starting to curve—and then kissed up the left side of his jaw to his other ear. “Or do you want me hard and fast? Do you want to throw me on the bed, or up against the wall, part my legs and ram yourself into me?” She laughed at his soft groan, pressing her breasts against his chest. “Do you want to pin my hands and hold me there as you thrust into me so hard it feels like you’re coming out the top of my head?” She bit his earlobe, hard enough to make him gasp. “Do you want to make me scream, Rusty? What do you want?”
She caught her breath, watching desire spark in his eyes. Finally, he wrapped his arms around her and pushed her onto her back.
“What I want,” he said with much amusement, running his hand up her stockinged thigh to her bare ass, “is for you to repeat after me: ‘My name is Faith Hillman, and I’m a wicked, wicked girl’.”
“I’m not wicked.” She resisted as he tried to roll her over.
“I’m afraid I have to contest that.” He motioned for her to move onto her front, giving her an insistent stare. Catching her breath, she did so, letting him tug her tight against him. He reached over, pulled a pillow from the pile above them and tucked it under her to raise her hips. “You see, you are a very, very wicked woman.”
“No, I’m not. I’m an angel.”
He pulled down another pillow. “For you to bite on.”
“Rusty!”
He laughed, moving up the bed so he could lean over her and whisper in her ear. “I don’t think angels strip in quite such a naughty fashion.” He brushed her cheek with his hand and ran his thumb over her bottom lip. She opened her mouth, caught the digit between her teeth and sucked. He groaned as she ran her tongue over the pad, and she glanced over her shoulder at him, a thrill running through her at the heat in his eyes. Oh yeah. The real Rusty was coming out to play.
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Carly writes short, sweet, (and hot!) fantasy romances about sexy alpha princes and the princesses who love them. She also writes contemporary romances as Serenity Woods, and is the bestselling author of the Three Wise Men box set (USA Today bestseller list, November 2016).
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