His Wicked Ways by Joanne Rock Page A

connection. She’d tried and failed at sex too often in the past to mess this up now.
    To emphasize her point, she ground her hips into his, cradling his cock against her belly. His eyes closed for a scant few seconds before they flew open again.
    “Then you’ll take care of those scrapes right afterward, you hear?”
    Once she nodded, he reached into the box behind her, coming back with a tall, thin bottle of pink liquid. The sole word on the label said…
    “Hot?” She snaked one leg between the warmth of his.
    “I thought maybe it would help you warm up.” Flicking open the top, he poured some out on his fingers and then smeared the thick liquid over one of her breasts, circling around the peaked nipple.
    “Who needs warming up?” She’d never wanted a man this way. Couldn’t wait for him to take her.
    “You’re still shivering.” Edging his way down the bed, he painted more of the substance down her abs, pooling a drop into the dip of her belly as he pushed her to her back.
    She’d shivered and hadn’t even realized it? A shadow of worry clouded her thoughts for a moment until the full impact of the tingling lotion hit her.
    “Oh!” Ripples of pleasant sensation skittered through her, drawing all her attention to her body and not her screwed-up mind. “It’s sort of sizzle-y.”
    “And good?” He licked a path around her nipple, heightening the erotic burning sensation even more.
    “Very good.” Her breath escaped her. Her whole body felt suspended in pleasure, the trail of heat igniting from breasts to belly and slightly beyond. “So good.”
    Her hips rocked against his chest as he lowered his mouth to her navel and swirled his tongue inside. Heat pooled between her legs in a sharp, hungry ache.
    And this heat didn’t have anything to do with his magic potion.
    Tongue flicking lazily over her taut, eager flesh, Alec took his time to fan the flames igniting all over her. She twisted against the satin comforter, angling her body beneath him to help his mouth land where she needed it.
    By the time he reached for the bottle again, she thought she would come right out of her skin. Nerves she hadn’t known she possessed quivered in anticipation of his kiss. His touch.
    The bedroom became her whole universe and Alec her world. She wanted nothing more than to breathe in the damp heat of his skin, their scents mingled together along with the sticky cinnamon fragrance of the pink liquid.
    She didn’t need to ask what he planned to do with his wicked bottle this time. He already tucked a finger into the waistline of her panties, yanking them slowly south. She welcomed the retreat of the cotton from her skin. She wanted to give herself over to a world of black satin and dark pleasures. Alec’s world.
    “Unbelievable.” The raw scratch of his voice called her from her seductive thoughts long enough to realize his gaze remained pinned on her exposed skin.
    Her very exposed skin.
    “It’s hard to go back after you get started on Brazilian waxes.” She ran her fingers through his dark hair, savoring the silky texture. “It gets itchy otherwise.”
    She’d never had any reason to explain as much before since no man had seen her naked once she’d started full-scale waxes in an attempt to take charge of her own body.
    “Sounds painful.” He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her pubic bone, the fleeting contact not nearly enough to satisfy. “But I have to say it looks incredible.”
    Holding the narrow plastic bottle above her, he poured a few drops of the potion down the center of her cleft. The glide of liquid over her sensitive places ignited a sensuous tremor, right up until the sizzle started.
    Body jerking in delicious torment, she practically convulsed from the sumptuous thrill snaking through her. Dimly aware of Alec laying aside the bottle and rolling on a condom from his box of tricks, she reached for him to drag him back down to the bed, desperate for the relief he could provide.
    Flames