Free Skin on Skin by Jami Alden, Sunny, Valerie Martinez Page A

guy. He thought I’d been kidnapped by aliens. Anyway, we did it and it was awful, but I thought, okay, we can improve, now that he’s my boyfriend.”
    Her hands twisted in her lap and she looked down, shoulders hunched protectively. Obviously the memory still stung. “Afterward he told me he didn’t feel that way about me.” Though she tried to conceal it, he could hear a watery sniffle. “When I asked him why he had done it, he told me he was curious to see if I had any of my mom’s skills. He told me if I wanted to keep a guy’s interest, I’d have to do more than lie there.”
    His heart ached at the thought of Lauren, with her generous heart and wide, laughing smile, being shot down so brutally. At the same time he wanted to pound Brandon’s face into the concrete for scarring her to the point where she couldn’t recognize her own beauty and sensuality.
    She looked up at him then, long, dark brown lashes a little damp around her glassy eyes. “I didn’t know he was going to be there tonight, and it wasn’t my plan to use you to make him jealous,” she said earnestly. Her smile was sheepish. “But I couldn’t help rubbing his nose in it a little.”
    “If I’d known he was that much of an asshole I would have smashed his perfect white-boy nose.”
    She laughed at that. “He’d just take the pussy way out and sue you for assault or something. It was enough that he knew I vastly preferred you over him.”
    “Blue-collar over country-club, huh?” he said without rancor.
    She placed her wine glass on the table and turned fully toward him. Her eyes had a saucy, seductive glint as she slid her hand under his robe. “Mm, I’d say it’s more like, spicy Italian sausage over turkey on white.” Her fingers traced up his inner thigh and he groaned as her tongue teased at his neck.
    “You want to know something really depressing?”
    He could barely focus on her question as her fingertips feathered against his aching balls. “What’s that?” He turned his head so he could nuzzle into her neck. God, she smelled so good, like sex and spice and the fresh scented lotion he loved.
    She cupped him now, gently rolling his testicles around in her fingers. “Out there, on the balcony? That’s the first time I ever had an orgasm…with someone else in the room.”
    She lifted her head to watch his reaction, but thankfully didn’t stop playing with his balls. She looked uncertain, as though her lack of experience might turn him off. He untied his robe and spread his knees, encouraging her explorations. Then he untied her robe so he could fill his hands with her glorious tits.
    He cupped one hand around the back of her head, pulling her down to his mouth. He slid his tongue into her mouth, trying to show her in that one kiss how sexy she was, how much she turned him on.
    As if it wasn’t obvious enough from the hard-on angling up to his belly button. He reached his hand down, interlacing her tentative fingers in his and drawing them up to his shaft. “So your other lovers weren’t very…attentive?” he asked between darting thrusts of his tongue.
    She fed him soft kisses, exploring his mouth, exploring his cock, like they were newfound treasures. “No. I very quickly realized I was better off…in my own hands.”
    He thrust against the firm grip of her palm. “You do have good hands.” She hummed a sound of pleasure into his mouth and traced the head of his cock, her thumb spreading thick beads of precome all over the silky skin.
    He squeezed his eyes shut. If she didn’t quit, he was going to bust all over her. “Honey, you need to quit, or I’m gonna lose it,” he growled.
    “I love that I can drive you crazy,” she murmured, stroking her hand faster. “I can feel how much you want me, and somehow that’s more of a turn-on than anything.”
    He groaned and tried to still her hand. If she only knew how much he wanted her…He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this hard, especially