Tarnished by Becca Jameson Page A

he climbed over her. As though using hypnosis, he lured her in with just his gaze. He made her skin tingle and her body shiver with a look.
    “I need to see you, all of you. May I?” He trembled as he asked, his arms straining to hold his body over hers.
    She smiled. The power she had over him overwhelmed her. “Only if you’ll return the favor.” Where was she getting all this bravery?
    She watched as he whipped his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. His chest rippled with muscles. Deep-bronzed skin stretched across his impressive pecs. She reached with tentative fingers to graze the tips across his chest. When she reached his nipple, he flinched.
    She lifted her gaze. “You don’t like that?”
    “Oh, baby, I love it. You’re going to kill me.”
    She smiled and continued to dance her fingers down his torso. He obliged her by holding himself above her enough to allow the examination.
    His legs straddled her body, and when she reached the edge of his jeans, she could clearly make out his cock. With both hands, she boldly popped the zipper. She licked her lips as his dick jumped free of his pants, startling her, as though it had been too contained for too long.
    “You do that to me, baby,” he whispered.
    She stroked the tip with one finger, and a drop of cum leaked from the head. Brazen beyond her imagination, she dipped her index finger into the moisture and brought it to her lips. When she sucked his flavor from her finger, the salty, tangy taste that was all his, he moaned. “Baby…”
    Again she sensed her power. This was nothing like she’d imagined. Nothing like the only episode in her life that had taught her anything about sex. Had that experience been the minority instead of the other way around? God, I hope so.
    “Take your jeans off, Drake.” She wanted to see all of him. Needed to on a primal level.
    He sat back for a moment and wriggled free of the denim. “Are you going to stay clothed?” he teased.
    She glanced down at herself and bit her lip.
    “It’s okay. I’m just asking. A guy needs to prepare himself.” His wry grin made her giggle.
    “Maybe. Let’s just see what happens, shall we?” She came only just short of batting her eyes.
    He climbed up next to her and lay down on his back. With his arms, he gestured toward his body. “It’s all yours. Explore away.”
    She glanced down and watched his cock bob up and down as he settled against the sheets.
    Fortifying herself, she stroked the length from the base to the tip. Was it cliché to wonder how the hell it was going to fit inside her? And what did it say about her that she wanted to do just that as soon as possible?
    She knelt next to him and grazed her fingers over his torso and chest before returning to his cock. It seemed to grow harder as she stroked it.
    “It’s not fragile, baby. You can grasp it with your hand.” His words were clipped, and when she glanced up at his face, she found his eyes half closed and his mouth hanging open.
    Kenzie wrapped her hand around the shaft. Her fingers barely touched. She squeezed gently, learning the feel of his smooth skin, the hardness beneath it, and the heat that radiated into her palm.
    He moaned when she let her hand slide from the base of the shaft to the tip. As she released him, he grabbed her wrist. “That’s enough. You can’t do that again, or I’ll come.” He growled.
    She smiled at him. “Isn’t that the idea?”
    “Not yet.” He sat and flipped her onto her back so fast she lost her breath. “My turn.”
    She giggled, a nervous sound that sobered her when she heard it.
    Drake pulled her shirt over her head and stared down at her lace bra. He traced the edge along the center with one finger until he dipped the digit inside and flicked her nipple. “Take this off,” he muttered. “I want to see you in the light of day.”
    She leaned up on her elbows and reached behind her to flick the hook. The lace fell away from her instantly, and she shrugged out of