Too Hot to Handle by Aleah Barley Page A

pull him closer, but Jack held still. Every move was slow, savoring her desire and the way she moaned with delight as his fingers moved deeper inside her.
    When she finally came in a flood of ecstasy, her pleasure blocked out the music.
    …
     
    Hard muscles bulged as Jack stood, lifting her easily, and carried her over to the bed. He’d taken off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, but a soft white tank top still clung to his chest. Unacceptable. This entire exercise was supposed to have been about giving her a chance to look at his body.
    It was also supposed to let him know that she was in control. He could bark orders all day long, telling her it was for her own safety, but when it got right down to it, he had to listen to what she wanted.
    Instead, he’d turned everything upside down. Again.
    Her throat went dry watching the way his arms moved as he reached down to pull off his pants. Tanned skin pulled tight, revealing solid muscles. Arms had never done it for her before. She liked looking at a man’s chest, his butt, but arms were different. They were just appendages hanging off a torso.
    Except when she looked at Jack’s arms, thinking about the way they’d held her the night before, lust shot through her body like lightning.
    Then there were his hands. Strong hands with lean, supple fingers, capable of running gently across her body or digging in tight to hold her.
    With his pants on the floor, his cock sprang free, long and hard beneath his boxers. Her eyes widened. “That’s not going to fit.”
    “Thanks for the compliment, babe. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
    “Sure.” But she wasn’t. She closed her eyes, trying to recapture the afterglow from her orgasm. She waited a beat.
    Nothing happened.
    “What’s the hold up?”
    “This is the bedroom I had when I was a kid.”
    She was definitely losing the afterglow. If he didn’t start moving soon, she’d have to take matters into her own hands. “I’m aware.”
    “I stay here sometimes after family dinners or tournaments at the country club.”
    “Uh-huh. What does that have to do with the price of tea in China?”
    “You’re the first woman I’ve brought back here. I don’t have any condoms.”
    Damn. Honey’s eyes fluttered open. Damn, damn, double damn. “You don’t have any condoms?”
    “No.” An edge of desperation colored his voice. “What about you? Do you have one?”
    “Are you kidding? How would I have a condom? It’s a miracle I have pants.” She stood up and made a decision. “I don’t care.”
    The statement was bold, reckless, and impulsive. It was also true. She wanted to feel him inside of her, and damn the consequences. “I need you. Now.”
    “You need to watch what you’re saying.”
    Temptation made her open her mouth. A single word of encouragement, and he’d break a land speed record pulling off his boxers and burying himself deep inside her.
    It was everything she wanted, and he was giving her the chance to turn him away. The chance to do the smart thing, the right thing, even if those navy boxers showed her exactly how much he wanted to do otherwise.
    She closed her mouth and swallowed, hard.
    Kneeling down in front of him, Honey reached out. Her fingers curled into the waistband of his shorts, dragging him forward.
    “What do you think you’re doing?” Jack asked, his voice rough.
    “Whatever I want.” Honey grinned. “Necessity is the mother of invention.”
    She gave the boxers a sharp tug, pulling them down. This was what she’d wanted to see when she’d asked him to strip for her. It was rock-hard and solid, with a slight curve at the tip. So inviting. She wrapped her hand around his girth, feeling him twitch.
    “I don’t want you to miss out on the fun,” she said.
    “Honey, I have fun every time you smile. Baby—” He groaned.
    Honey liked that. She’d never been someone’s baby before.
    She leaned forward, licking the taut skin. A tiny droplet escaped from the head, and her tongue