Page 75 of Swerve (Boosted Hearts 1)

His eyes had dipped to my breasts, so I reached up and slid the towel over them. “You want to know something crazy?”

His eyes lifted to mine again. They were darker, sexy as hell. “I don’t know. Will it piss me off?”

I chuckled, still rubbing the towel over my breasts, paying extra attention to my piercing. “Nah, it’s just a bit of useless Ruby trivia.”

He licked his lips. “I know everything there is to know about you, baby girl.”

“Not everything.”

“If there’s something I don’t know, crazy or not, I want you to tell me. I want to know everything about my girl.”

My belly swirled when he called me his girl. “Right, well . . .” I shrugged. “I’ve never given anyone head before,” I threw out casually. “Crazy, right?”

He stilled, like a predator about to pounce. His breathing grew rougher, harsher. “Come here, Ruby.”

“I mean, I’m sure it doesn’t matter to you? That no other man has felt my lips around his dick, my tongue sliding up his length . . . that you’d be my first?”

He stepped forward, and I retreated. He stepped forward again, and I retreated again.

He cursed, stopping where he was, and reached down, wrapped his fingers around his painfully hard length, and stroked it roughly to the tip and back.

“It will happen. You will suck me off. But if you don’t want to right now? That’s cool. I’m so fucking hard, I think I’ll just jerk off looking at you naked.”

Bastard!

This was my game. How dare he turn it around on me like that? Liquid heat coiled low in my belly. The sight of Neco’s ripped, hard body, aroused while he stroked himself, was almost too much. I almost gave in and went to him, but that was the problem, I gave in all the damn time. Not this time. He wanted to turn the tables on me? Screw that, I was going to turn them back.

“Good idea,” I said, then slid my hand down my belly. Stepping a foot out, I stood wider to give him a better view, then started sliding a finger along my soaked slit, then up to circle my clit.

We were in some weird, extremely hot, masturbation standoff.

He growled my name, voice full of warning.

That just turned me on more. “This was a . . .” My breath hitched. “An excellent idea.”

“How wet are you?” he choked.

I dragged one hand up to my breast, and dipped the other lower, over my slick opening. “So wet. God, my thighs are slick.”

“Show me.” He started pumping his cock faster. “Show me how you fuck yourself when your all alone in your bed.”

I was turned on, probably more than I ever had been in my life, but I was still aware that he was taking control of the situation. I decided to allow it, since it was crazy hot and, even though he was asking the questions, I felt pretty damned powerful with his eyes on me.

“For that, I’d have to lie down,” I said.

“Do it.”

“Please?”

“Please,” he said gruffly. “Please, baby, will you show me?”

I looked around.

“Couch,” he grunted.

I did as he asked, lying back on the couch. He was only a few feet away, staring down at me as I dropped my knees wide and started sliding my fingers through my slick lips.

“Christ.”