Goes down easy: Roped into romance by Alison Kent Page A

you want to demonstrate, I’m all ears.”
    No, what he was was all hard body. His arm, his chest, his leg. And then there was the other hardness pressing into her hip. The one reminding her she hadn’t done this in a very long time. The one she couldn’t ignore.
    “I don’t perform on command.” She drew up her knees, knocking his leg back to the bed. “I need…inspiration. Or the promise of a reward.”
    “What if I give you both?” he asked, his voice dropping to a husky growl.
    She wanted him in ways that frightened her. She’d never known this overwhelming physical need. And she couldn’t help but wonder if what she was feeling went beyond wanting what he could do to her body.
    She turned her head on the pillow, seeing little beyond the form of his head, and a tiny light she thought might be his eyes. Her voice shook when she said, “Actually, I’d like that more than you can imagine.”
    He leaned over then and kissed her. Just touched his mouth to the corner of hers, left it there and breathed deeply, doing nothing else.
    The hair on his chest tickled her shoulder, but the contact was nowhere close to being enough. She wanted more. She wanted everything. She just didn’t know where to start.
    As if reading her mind, he pulled her up to a sitting position, taking over the way she wanted. He peeled off her tank top, leaning against her when she lay back down, brushing her breasts with his chest’s soft hair, pressing himself close. His pecs were firm, his stomach solid.
    His T-shirt had teased her, hinting at but never revealing his body’s truth. He was fit, his skin smooth, his flesh resilient. She ran her palms over his shoulders and down his back, slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers and teased him there.
    “If those are in your way, I’ll be glad to take them off,” he said, chuckling deep in his chest.
    The vibrations tickled, and she smiled. “I’ll let you know when they get to be a problem.”
    “Are you sure they’re not a problem now?”
    Men. So predictable. But with this one she wouldn’t change a thing, she mused, pulling her hands from his waistband to trace her way up his spine. She fingered the scar she found on his shoulder blade, a deep crescent carved into his skin, but stayed silent when he stiffened at her touch.
    He slid lower on her body, kissing the valley between her breasts, stopping just above her navel to ask, “You don’t mind if I get rid of yours, do you? They’re definitely in my way.”
    She nodded. She shook her head. She wasn’t sure which answer was the one he wanted, or even what she was trying to say. But when his hands gripped the fabric, she stopped thinking and willingly let him strip her bare.
    “Mmm,” he murmured, back to kissing her now. “I like the way you smell.”
    She closed her eyes, flexed her fingers into the sheet at her hips. She didn’t know if he was talking about her soap or her perfume or the scent of her arousal, so she didn’t respond. Except that wasn’t exactly true.
    Her hips came up off the bed, and her legs opened. She wanted him there desperately and was ready to beg, but he settled between her thighs before she had to, and kissed his way from her belly to her sex. His tongue was wet and warm, and she shivered.
    His hands were broad where he slipped them beneath her hips and squeezed. When he drew her clit between his lips, she gasped, shuddered and moaned from the exquisite sensation. She felt herself open, felt herself weep as her body grew ready to take him.
    He slid a finger inside her, added another, pushed deep while he slicked his tongue through her folds. He stroked, his fingers moving in and out. He sucked, the pressure of his lips light, the swirling teasing tip of his tongue an elegant torture.
    It was too much, and it had been so long, and she cried out, letting go. Spasms ripped through her, a sweet singing bliss, a release that swept through her like a flood after rain. He stayed with her