Free Where There's Smoke by Jayne Rylon Page A

deny it. No use.
    “Your body is speaking for you.” He smiled, long and slow. “Don’t worry, I’m listening.”
    She sighed when he separated them enough to turn, setting her on the dock with one last deep kiss. Then he entered the pond without a splash. The power and grace of his well-muscled shoulders and ass left her in awe. With him beneath the silvery surface, which glinted in the moonlight, she thought maybe she’d imagined the entire interlude.
    Until he rose from the depths like a mythical creature designed to lure her into temptation. A male siren. She’d willingly fall into his trap. Any price would be worth the paradise he promised with a sweltering stare and the curve of his sexy smile as he swam back.
    “Come closer.” He tugged on her ankle until she perched with her ass on the edge of the dock. “Lay back.”
    She did as he instructed without argument. He might as well have charmed her like a snake in a basket for all she wished to disobey.
    “That’s right. Stay on your elbows so you can watch me. I want you to see how much I enjoy pleasuring you.” He lifted one of her feet from the silky water.
    Logan tagged a kiss to her arch before beginning a slow press and release of his fingers that quickly turned into a full-on massage. Her toes curled when he rubbed her just right. Having mastered that part of her anatomy, he proceeded to climb to her ankles.
    “Will you wear heels for me when we go on our date?” He licked the skin there. “I’m picturing you in a power suit and killer stilettos. Your hair back, no nonsense. I can’t explain how hot your lawyer pictures made me when I spotted them in Rose’s house. Tell me you have some shoes tucked away with all that naughty lingerie you hoard.”
    “I might have a pair.” She scooted at least three inches closer when he nibbled on her calf.
    “Or twenty, I bet.” He hummed against the inside of her knee, driving her mad.
    “Who’s counting?” The question barely snuck past the constriction of her throat and a similar squeeze on her heart. Could he really be here, delighting her?
    To reassure herself, she petted his silky hair. So soft, even wet.
    “Yeah, I’m not going anywhere.” He read her mind. Then he blew it with a few well-placed swirls of his thumb over the apex of her slit. Not once did she consider closing her legs despite his intimate position, which would have unnerved her with any other man. Good thing awkwardness never entered the picture since he’d blocked the possibility of hiding by inserting his torso fully between her thighs. “I’m dying to taste you, Ky.”
    “Do it.” She let her hands slide palms down on the wood behind her. On straight-locked arms, she leaned back. “Please.”
    Droplets ran down his chest when he hoisted himself up a few inches higher, enough to seal his mouth over the lips of her pussy, which shimmered in the moonlight, more from his influence than the refreshing liquid of the pond.
    Kyana gasped.
    His tongue insinuated itself between her lips and teased her swollen clit. A flutter, to preview his skill before he warmed her up with long laps and kisses on the ridges and valleys of her folds. Sure, guys had gone down on her before. None of them had performed with as much gusto as Logan. Never had a man made her feel like he enjoyed the act as much as she did.
    Logan devoured her like the starving kid he’d been.
    Not some sort of repayment for her blowjob, though she had to admit she’d done her best for him. Hell, he seemed satisfied to drive her wild if his hums of appreciation and approval were any indication.
    The drumming of her heels on his shoulders forced him tighter to her core. He took the opportunity to prod her opening with the tip of one finger, pressing inward until he breached the tight rings of muscle at her entrance.
    “Oh, fuck me.” She blushed when she realized she’d shouted into the night.
    “Next time, sweetheart.” He nuzzled her softness, burrowing deeper