Free Girl Gear 1: All Tied Up by Alison Kent Page B

wanker.”
    “Excuse me?” This time Lauren’s punch was a shove, sending Anton flat to his back. She crawled up over him, glared down into his face. “I know my share of dirty words, big boy.”
    He cupped her breasts in his hands. “So I’ve noticed.”
    “Is that a complaint?” she asked, and lowered her weight onto his naked body, chest to chest, thighs to thighs, feet and knees tangled and soft sex ground against hard.
    He shuddered and held her still. “No healthy, red-blooded man is going to complain when his woman talks dirty in bed.”
    “So you do like the way I use my mouth.” She opened her lips over the hollow of his throat, teased his skin with tiny flicks of her tongue.
    Anton groaned. His sex pulsed, growing thick and strong. “Yes, I like your mouth. I also like that you have a mind to go with it.”
    Lauren lifted her head, propped her chin on Anton’s collarbone and forced a sultry pout. “Does that mean you want me for my brain and not my body?”
    “It means I want the combination.” He bunched a pillow beneath his head and studied her down the length of his nose. “You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t haveintelligence and an incredible wit. If you didn’t give good conversation.”
    He reached for a lock of her hair and tested its texture with his fingers. “And I wouldn’t be here if you didn’t rock my world in bed.”
    A tack-sharp sting spread from the base of Lauren’s spine to burn like an aggravated ulcer. He wanted intelligence and wit. He wanted conversation. And he’d just put both on a pedestal above sex. Her stomach muscles clenched to hold in the pangs of anxiety. But she made certain not to reveal any of the turmoil she was feeling.
    “Is one more important to you than the other, then?”
    “Are we talking long-term or short-term?” Anton’s initial scowl softened from thoughtfully tense to tender. “Or is this about the scavenger hunt?”
    “I thought we were talking about you and me.”
    That hand that had been slipping in and out of her hair joined the other wrapped around her shoulders and holding her close. “Then I guess you have your answer.”
    She didn’t have anything of the kind. But analyzing the dynamics of their relationship would have to wait. Their bodies were not to be denied. It was the one constant in her swirling awareness, this extraordinary physical attraction they shared.
    Moving the way her body, instinct and Anton had taught her pleasured him most, Lauren took control of the mating. His strangled gasp signaled his surrender. His hands worked their way down her spine to her backside, which he squeezed before moving to the tops of her thighs.
    Using strong fingers, he spread her legs, giving himself room between. His erection was full, and once settled, she closed her legs around his length, holding him still.
    Then finally, when she was ready, when imminent ecstasy had erased fear of the unknown, she let him go and shifted her lower body, slowly settling herself over the tip of his sex until he was fully sheathed. Totally captured. Completely hers.
    Rotating slowly, she lifted and lowered with alternating strokes. Faster, harder, slicker, hotter. She tossed her mane of hair and sat up, splaying her hands across his shoulders and using that base of muscle as leverage, setting a rhythm that had him urging her with his hands on her hips to slow the pace, to gentle the mood. But slow and gentle would have to wait.
    She wanted rough and mindless.
    From her kneeling position atop his prone form, she used her toes to pry apart his legs, and worked her feet down between his thighs. He groaned, but gave in and spread wider, groaned again when she reached back and caressed him, exploring his skin, slick with the fluids they’d stirred, and the skin beneath, now tight and drawn close to his body.
    She knew by his sharp intake of breath she’d more than hit her mark. And seconds later he proved it, flipping her onto her back, keeping their