Triple Threat by Regina Kyle Page B

up to twelfth gear.
    But then she lifted her head and her eyes met his, eagerness and indecision warring in their jade-green depths, and damned if he didn’t want the eagerness to win out. Suddenly there wasn’t a force on earth strong enough—not even his raging hard-on—to make him deprive her of the chance to give in to her desire and have her naughty way with him.
    Holly’s hands shook as she popped the button on his jeans and slowly—so damn slowly—pulled down the zipper. He sprang free, fully erect and completely bare. A drop of pre-come leaked from the slit. She dragged her eyes upward and raised an eyebrow at him. “Commando?”
    He shrugged. “Tomorrow’s laundry day.”
    “I didn’t know big movie stars did their own laundry,” she teased, brushing a finger over the head of his cock. It jerked in response and she drew back.
    “This one does,” he said, locking his fingers together in a superhuman effort to stop from grabbing her hand and putting it back where it sure as hell belonged. “If he wants clean clothes.”
    “Clothes are highly overrated. Clean or otherwise.” She rose up on her knees and hovered over him for a long moment, her hands at his waistband but her eyes fixed on his chest.
    He tried not to squirm like an overanxious schoolboy. “Like what you see?”
    “Mmm-hmm.” She licked her lips.
    “Wanna see more?”
    “Mmm-hmm.” She tightened her hold on his waistband and took a deep breath as if steadying herself before making her next move, whatever that might be. He silently prayed that it involved the removal of his pants.
    “Sometime today, maybe?”
    “Mmm-hmm.”
    With a sharp tug, she yanked on his jeans. Hallelujah! He lifted his hips, helping her pull them off. Every muscle in his body tightened in anticipation as he watched her, her eyes so wide and aroused he just about came without another touch.
    And then she reached down, encircling him with her fingers, and he was lost. Totally and completely lost. Slowly at first, with light, tentative movements, she stroked him, making his already rock-hard dick swell impossibly larger. Head back, he closed his eyes, letting the sensation of her hand working up and down his shaft, her thumb sweeping across the tip, wash over him.
    “Is this... Am I...doing it right?”
    Her nervousness, the awkward shyness mixed with obvious longing, did him in. He loved not knowing at any given moment which one would win out. Although he knew for damned sure which one he was rooting for. “If you do it any more right, I’m going to blow before I ever get inside you.”
    With his words she grew bolder, more sure of herself. Her pace increased, and he couldn’t control the urge to thrust up into her fist. She closed her fingers more tightly around him and he moaned, knowing that he’d never forget this night, just as he’d never forgotten their kiss fifteen years ago.
    Her movements stopped suddenly and he was about to protest when he felt the fine, soft ends of her hair tickle his thigh. “Can I...?” she breathed. “I want to taste you.”
    He knew what was coming next would probably be his undoing, but before he could stop her, her tongue was sliding around his crown, down his shaft and onto his balls, and finally her mouth, hot and tight, sucked him from root to tip.
    He didn’t think it was possible for things to get any hotter, but then— sweet Jesus— she hummed around him, a soft, mewling sound that had him a nanosecond away from losing control. A sweet thought, but he needed to be moving within her when he came.
    “Baby, please...” He pulled from her mouth and she let go with a loud pop, the sound echoing in the stillness of the bedroom.
    “Nick?” She watched him, her eyes hazy and filled with confusion, as he moved her to one side, rolled off the bed and padded over to where she’d thrown his pants.
    He pulled a condom from the back pocket and flipped it onto the bed.
    “Always prepared. Are you sure you weren’t a