Free Fatal Exposure by Lia Slater Page A

like this. How many he’d stared at with those hot-and-cold eyes, promising them both everything and nothing. It didn’t matter. She had the power now. With the flick of her tongue over his engorged head, she made him groan. His fingers entwined in her hair, holding her closer.
    She held his base with one hand and cupped his tight balls with the other, loving how every inch of him responded to her. She licked her lips, then took him in her mouth, just a couple inches. Her cheek felt bruised, but she ignored the tenderness, her desire overpowering any discomfort.
    He was large, but she tried not to let that intimidate her. She’d give him pleasure one way or another.
    Trickles of his hot cum danced at the back of her throat as she sucked him in harder. She found herself purring against him, his taste making her hot with need. Her thighs trembled and her pussy ached as the water from the shower pelted her ass and lower back.
    He leaned against the tile wall and slowly pumped his hips forward. With his hand holding her in place, his cock reached the depths of her throat.
    Ava swallowed and slurped, eagerly accepting his rhythm, wanting nothing more than to consume every inch of his yummy length. She moved her hands over his muscled thighs, up to his perfect tight ass, and clutched his flesh.
    He swore gruffly as if pleading for her mercy. Yes. Come for me, Kade.
    Sheer satisfaction rolled through her, and all her thought and energy centered on sucking and manipulating him with her tongue.
    He grasped the hand towel rack beside them and let out a rumbling groan that echoed in the shower stall. Hot cum shot down her throat, and she drank him up, savoring the taste of his liquid cream. When there was no more to be taken, she eased away and kissed his taut rippled abdomen. Was it wrong to worship his body, to need more?
    “Ava,” he said in a husky, heated voice. “What do you do to me?”
    Water trickled down her face as she stood to face him. How could she answer him if she didn’t understand the question? Her mind was blurred with a strong yearning to be held and caressed by him. Nothing else mattered at that moment. He reached out and pushed back a wet lock of hair that had fallen against her injured cheek, and her skin tingled across her entire body. What did hedo to her? One single touch had her reeling with an unbridled hunger.
    Not being able to wait any longer, she grabbed his wrist and directed his hand toward her needy breast. He massaged it, gently stroking his thumb over her drenched, aching nipple.
    A half grin formed on his lips. “The water’s starting to get cold.”
    It wasn’t until then she noticed the goose bumps on her skin and her quivering lips. She was freezing. He stretched his arm around her and shut off the shower. “Come on. Let’s get warm.”
    Without a thought, she followed him out and let him pat a towel down her roused body. She was glad when he slowed and paid special attention to the inside of her thighs, sliding the terry cloth up between her legs, over her sensitive pussy...her mound...her stomach...and across each breast. After grabbing another towel, he walked behind her and began to dry her hair, wrapping it up and squeezing the water out of the locks.
    “I could get used to this.” She instantly regretted her words.
    He stopped what he was doing and draped the towel around her. “I wouldn’t if I were you,” he said in an almost inaudible voice as he maneuvered around her. His intense gaze cut into her, and he walked out of the bathroom, leaving her there feeling like a complete idiot. Again.
    Biting into her lip, she refocused and tried to gain control of her emotions. “I didn’t mean it literally, Kade,” she called out to him. “It’s not like I want to marry you and start popping out puppies. I don’t even know your last name.”
    Silence thickened between the rooms so she gave up trying to defend herself for absolutely no reason at all. Why did she care anyway?