Dirty Deal (A Perfectly Matched Novel) (Entangled Brazen) by Christine Bell Page B

until he was in nothing but dark red boxers.
    That thin scrap of fabric was the only thing blocking him from her touch. All she’d have to do was go over there and pull, close the distance between herself and the hard, impressive bulge beneath…
    Her heartbeat sped more, pounding in her ears until it was a constant, rhythmic reminder of just how fragile it was. If she pulled off her pants and let him have her again, she’d lose something to him this time. She knew it in her gut, and while she couldn’t bring herself to turn away, she couldn’t bring herself to step toward him either.
    Time to stall until she could think straight.
    “Looking good.” She nodded. “Now give us a little spin.”
    “Excuse me?” He crossed his trunk-like arms over his chest. Good God, the man was built like Thor. He made it hard to think about anything but him.
    “You heard me. Shake what your momma gave you.” Thank God her mouth operated so frequently without her mind’s input.
    He’d apparently had enough of her teasing because he crossed the room toward her, closing the distance with remarkable speed.
    “Listen—” she started, her body trembling with a heady mix of adrenaline, anticipation, and abject terror.
    “Nope. Time’s up.” He picked her up like a rag doll, hauling her over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold. She squealed as he carried her across the room and set her down on something cold and hard. The kitchen counter.
    “What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, though her protest sounded weak even to her.
    “Showing you my move. Isn’t that what you wanted?” His voice was a low rumble in his chest.
    Did she want that? She didn’t even know anymore. With every touch, he was weaving a spell around her. One that felt unfamiliar, wonderful, and terrifying all at once. If there was something more intense than this that he hadn’t shown her…
    She shoved the thought away, unwilling to examine it any further because it didn’t matter. Walking away right now was impossible.
    Without waiting for her reply, he slipped his hands around her waist and trailed them downward, tugging the fabric away as he went, panties and all, until she was utterly exposed to him. She hadn’t even lifted her butt from the counter. Her whole body slid toward him until her ass was at the very edge, perfectly aligning her soft center with his hard cock.
    “That’s the move? Pulling a girl’s pants off?” she breathed, trying to sound unimpressed.
    “When I do the move, you won’t have to ask. Now be quiet and let me work here, woman,” he growled. Her pants were at her ankles now and he lifted them toward his shoulders, pulling one leg free and then the other. It was sensual, the ritual of it, the reverent way he circled her ankle in his fingers, and she found herself mesmerized by the ceremony.
    He held her ankles in each of his hands now and lifted one to his lips, brushing his tongue along the inside of her ankle, teasing at her calf. A sizzle snaked through her entire body.
    “D-don’t boss me. I’m not one of your patients, Doc.” She tried to say the words defiantly, but instead they came out like a breathy plea.
    “That’s good, because if you were, what I’m about to do to you would be illegal.” His wolfish smile held more promise than humor as he placed each of her ankles delicately on his shoulders.
    “Lean back on your elbows,” he murmured. The last of the fight drained out of her as she obeyed his command and waited breathlessly for his next move. He stared down at her, molten gaze lingering on her aching breasts before drifting lower.
    “You’re so fucking gorgeous, I can hardly stand it.”
    Then he dropped to a squat and closed his mouth over her clit. The sensation was so sublime, she couldn’t make a sound. She arched her back and closed her eyes to savor the sensation of his clever tongue on her. It was like her flesh was infused with light, and every nerve ending was on high alert. She went