SinfullyYours by Lisa Fox Page B

that dangerous train of thought.
That was not what this night was about. She went back to playing with his
beads, finally selecting a set of red aliens from the pile. “Can I have these?”
    He pretended to think it over. “What are you going to show
me?”
    She smiled, looking up at him through her lashes. She was
going to fuck him so hard. Damp night air touched her skin when she unhooked the
top two buttons on her shirt and peeled the fabric aside to show him her lacy,
black bra. It was her good-luck bra, the one she wore whenever she was in the
mood for some naughtiness. She hoped whatever mojo it had didn’t fail her now.
    His gaze fixed on her chest. The weight of his regard made
her nipples tingle, and she was very conscious of the rise and fall of her
chest. Seconds stretched out, the sound of her breathing loud in her ears. He
touched her cheek, a gentle caress of his fingertips that sent a thousand-watt
jolt to her pussy. Her knees almost buckled when he traced an electric path
down her throat, over her collarbone. Every cell in her body clamored for his
touch and she hissed in air when he outlined the swell of her breast, then
moved over, lower, down toward her cleavage. His fingers descended a little
farther, but she pulled away before he could reach his goal, flashing him a
little smirk as she stepped out of reach.
    He chuckled, removed the beads she had chosen, and looped
the strand around her neck. He met her gaze, his blue-gray eyes boring deep
into hers as he wound the necklace around his fist. With a grin, he yanked her
forward, the beads tightening around her throat as he brought her lips to his
and thrust his tongue into her mouth. She moaned as his taste overrode her
senses, heat pooling in her core. The necklace bit into her flesh and he tugged
on it, forcing her up on her toes. She gripped his biceps, her fingers digging
into the hard muscles as she held on tight. The kiss completely swept her away,
and she opened wider, giving herself over to him, letting him go as deep as he desired.
    He nipped her lower lip and then pulled slightly back. She
laughed even as she panted, loving his boldness and wanting more. So much more.
She met his gaze and licked her upper lip, savoring his flavor. “Does that mean
I have to give you beads now?”
    He shook his head slowly, his eyes dancing with mirth. “No,
that one was free.”
    Her gaze fell to his mouth, and she touched his lower lip. “And
if I want another?”
    “That depends upon what you’re willing to do for it.” His
grin was cocky, self-assured and all hot sex.
    She smiled back at him. He was too much fun. She lifted her
chin, inviting him in, and was pleased when he automatically dipped his head.
He made it so easy. She pulled back before their lips could meet, giggling as
she teased him.
    He gave the beads another tug, dragging her back against
him. The strand was tight around her throat, pressing against the back of her
neck, making her acutely aware of how in control he truly was. All he had to do
was yank them again and he could take whatever he wanted. Their eyes met and
they were frozen, locked in each other’s gazes. A power struggle passed between
them and was decided in the endless fraction of a second it took for her to
look away. Her cheeks burned, and she was thoroughly wet when he released her.
His smile said he knew it too. He took a step back and smoothed the beads down
over her breasts, taking his time to arrange them to his liking while subtly
copping a few feels.
    Camera lights erupted to their right, and they both turned
to see a beautiful brunette flash a group of young men. Cheers burst from her
audience when she bounced her full, round breasts. Bailey had to grudgingly
admit that her breasts were gorgeous, close to perfect in fact, with tiny pink
nipples that puckered in the night air. The woman shimmied her shoulders and
was paid in beads and howling appreciation. Her admirers got one last shake before
she pulled her shirt