A bad boy with a heart of gold falls for a single mom in Piper Lawson’s newest contemporary romance, and I have a sexy excerpt for you.
“Yes?” My hand stills as I meet her gaze.
She bites her lip, deciding how long she’ll go along with this. “Nothing.”
I shrug as if I couldn’t care less. As if my cock isn’t rock hard in these sweatpants.
The truth is I fucking love it. I didn’t know there was anything sexier than Kendall getting herself off, but there is, and it’s Kendall playing this game with me.
My finger trails down her smooth stomach, the little curve before I reach her panties. Her breath hitches when I dip a finger under the edge.
“This could’ve been the reason I put you up here. What do you think, Peach?”
Kendall cocks her head, eyes bright. “Maybe.”
Christ. I hope this is teasing her half as much as it’s teasing me.
When I stroke a finger over the lace panties, then drag them to the side so I can see every part of her bare on the island, I have my answer. “Sweetheart?”
“You’re dripping on my granite.”
Her face goes red, her eyes wide as I brush my fingers over her there.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” I threaten, bringing my fingertips to my lips and sucking her off me while her fingers dig into my shoulder. “You taste too fucking good for that.”
Satisfaction works through me as the lightest sting of nails hits my skin.
“Come on, my wild little peach.” I press a hot kiss to her neck, dragging my tongue ring in the way that makes her pant. “Say you want it and I’ll reward you.”
Kendall’s hips rock against the air before her breathy words come.
“It can’t be that good.”
I pull back, blinking.
Wrong thing to say.
I drag my free hand down her stomach slower, closer to where she’s bare.
“Did I tell you about the time I went skydiving in Bolivia?” I say absently.
She shakes her head.
“It was on my to-do list forever, but I almost didn’t go because we were running behind on a shoot and I had twelve hours before catching another flight.”
When my finger reaches where she’s wet, I skip over her clit and stroke her folds.
Featherlight. As soon as I’m there, I’m gone.
“I decided to go anyway. I got the training. Geared up. We got to ten thousand feet.”
Until the bite of her nails in my shoulder is a constant, her panting the soundtrack to this sexy game.
“I had this idea of what it’d be like. But when I jumped out of that plane, when my skin came apart from my organs and my brain floated, weightless, while the atmosphere rushed by, I realized something.”
The thong’s pulled tight over her hips, leaving lines in her skin.
I don’t care.
If she does, she knows how to end this.
All I want is to devour her, then fuck her until she can’t stand, but I force myself to look at her face.
She’s flushed, those hazel eyes dazed, those lips parted and shaking.
“You can’t know how something feels until you’ve experienced it.”
Damn if she’s not getting wetter every second. I can’t resist dragging my finger up over her clit to feel her shake.
“And the people who think they know when they don’t?”
I graze my teeth along her ear.
“I feel sorry for them.”
Her gaze works over mine. “Yes.”
“So, tell me. What do you want, Peach?”
“I want your mouth, Logan,” she whispers. “I’ve dreamed of it.”