Free Addicted (Outlaws Book 2) by Elle Kennedy

his eyes. “It’s not too difficult to master the concept of point and shoot.”
    His mocking tone made her shoulders go rigid. Her
bare
shoulders, because she was wearing a tiny half top that revealed a helluva lot of cleavage and her flat midriff. Tight, dark blue jeans rode low on her hips, and Rylan fought the urge to slide a hand under her waistband and cup her pussy. Stroke it. Then tug the jeans right off, sink to his knees, and shove his tongue inside her.
    It took some effort to will away an erection. Reese would probably cut his balls off if she knew where his thoughts had drifted. So would Sloan, who was lurking ten feet away and watching them with a frown.
    Rylan had promised Connor he’d work his magic on Reese, but if he was being honest, he had no fucking idea how to do it. The woman went out of her way to avoid him, and when they
did
interact, her bodyguard was always around.
    “I need you to take this seriously,” Reese said coldly. “My people have to learn how to defend themselves.”
    “Don’t worry. They’ll learn. But if you want me to speculate about their potential, then it’s the hand-to-hand combat that’ll be the true test.”
    She nodded.
    Keeping his eyes on her, he grabbed the discarded T-shirt he’d tucked into his waistband and used it to mop up his wet chest. Reese’s gaze followed the movement of his hand, resting on his pecs before raking over his abs. Her expression lacked the normal flash of lust that most women conveyed when his bare chest was on display.
    This woman was so goddamn infuriating. Rylan had wanted her from day one, but all he’d ever gotten from her was dismissal. Disgust. Scorn.
    And yet he continued to offer himself up to her like some kind of sexual sacrifice. Continued to face the brunt of her sharp tongue and cold rejections. Maybe it was the challenge of wanting someone he couldn’t have. Craving someone who was so damn untouchable turned him into a determined motherfucker.
    “You nailing him?”
    When she frowned, Rylan cocked his head toward the ever-silent Sloan.
    Reese smirked. “Maybe. Maybe not.”
    “You were with Lennox last night.”
    The smirk widened. “Was I?”
    “You were.” He slipped the shirt over his head, smoothing the fabric down his chest. “I bet he fucked you and Tam good.”
    Reese looked intrigued as he took a step toward her. “Where are you going with this, honey?”
    “Just wondering when it’ll be my turn.” He took another step. She was a tall woman, but tiny compared to him. He always forgot how much shorter she was until he was standing this close to her. Looming over her.
    She didn’t seem fazed by the disparity in their sizes. She simply tilted her head to meet his eyes and pressed one hand to the center of his chest. “You want a turn, huh?”
    The heat of her palm seared through his shirt and sped up his heartbeat. “You know I do, gorgeous.”
    Her lips curved ever so slightly. “And then what?”
    Rylan blinked.
    “What happens afterward?” she prompted, her delicate fingers stroking a slow circle around his left pec. “Let’s play this out. We get naked. You shove that big cock of yours inside me.”
    Her fingertips brushed his nipple. When she pressed down hard, a jolt of lust shot through him.
    “You fuck me as hard as I know you can. We come.” Her fingers traveled to his other pec, rubbing his other nipple, which hardened beneath her touch. “Maybe we fuck again.” She pinched the tight bud, and a groan left his lips. “We come again. And then what?”
    It was damn near impossible to concentrate when she was toying with his chest, when her warm fingers were sliding up to his neck to stroke the taut tendons there.
    “Then what?” she repeated sharply.
    He snapped out of his lust-drenched stupor. “I… don’t know.”
    Reese offered a knowing smile. “Yes, you do. Or rather, you know what you’re hoping for. That after I open my legs to you, I’ll open my mouth. I’ll tell you all