Free Playing with Fire by Renee Graziano Page A

fraction with each breath, betraying her excitement. “So?”
    “So what?” Like a seasoned predator, he came into the room and reached for her. He was bigger, faster, deadlier.…
    “Don’t touch me.” She evaded him, and sexy as hell—beyond even his vivid imagination—she stood there in just those stiletto heels and narrowed her emerald eyes. “Not until you take your clothes off. Wasn’t that the deal?”
    “I don’t make deals.” Nick reached for her again.
    “You keep your word with me .”
    He stopped. There was a part of him that understood that certain equations added up to something that was more important to one person more than the other. This was apparently important to her.
    So he’d obey her rules.
    He caressed her shoulders, but then removed his hands and lifted them in the air in a gesture of surrender. “I do think I promised that.”
    “Off, Mr. Fattelli. Strip for me. You won’t regret it.”
    His suit coat hit the floor. “I’m going to hold you to that.”
    “Are we in some sort of hurry?” Naked and evidently in charge, she smiled and cupped her breasts, lifting them a little in her palms. “I thought you wanted to watch me give you a little entertainment.”
    Damn it, he couldn’t get the buttons undone on his shirt with her touching herself like that, his fingers suddenly clumsy. Finally he stripped out of it and tossed it aside, and then unfastened his belt. “Keep going, sweetheart.”
    She licked her lips provocatively. “Not until I see that big cock of yours.”
    “I’m working on that.” He unzipped his fly and stepped out of his tailored slacks. To say he had an erection was an understatement..
    “That looks very … interesting .” She purred out the last word. “Lie down.”
    Nick moved to the bed because that’s what she’d said she wanted, and he reclined against the headboard, lifting his brows. “Don’t stop now.”
    “I have no intention of stopping.” She brushed her nipples with her fingers, which was quite a sight. She had such a lush body. Reign asked him directly, still holding her breasts and absolutely knowing what she was doing to him, “I take it you like what you see?”
    “Hell yes.” That was not a lie.
    “Hmm. How often do you … well … how do I put this? Jerk off?”
    He drawled with more nonchalance than he felt, “That’s kind of a personal question, Ms. Grazi, but I’m willing to answer it. I’m going to say it happens fairly often if I am not involved with anyone at the time. I’m a guy.”
    She looked like a wet dream in those heels and nothing else. When she slid her hand slowly down the plane of her stomach and cupped it erotically between her legs, he had to stifle a groan. She said in a very sexy low tone, “Women do it too, you know.”

 
    Chapter
    S EVEN
    She was playing with fire.
    Reign knew it.
    Nick looked gorgeous in a purely masculine way lying there in his aroused state, his gaze focused on her every movement, his rangy body supine but hardly relaxed.
    Not with that prominent hard-on.
    His bedroom had the same view as the rest of the apartment. City lights everywhere, the sleek lines of skyscrapers, and the drop to the streets below.
    “Masturbate?” He was obviously on board because his voice was just a little uneven. His bedroom had several retro posters and shining wood floors. The bed took up a lot of the loft space, but the rest of the furnishings were actually fairly sparse, which she liked. “Show me.”
    He’d certainly been intent when she’d touched her breasts.
    At the moment, he was riveted .
    “Uhm … yes.” She lightly rotated her fingers, stimulating her clit as she stood there in her just her heels. Her head tilted back and she felt the sensuous brush of her hair on her bare back. “Feels good.”
    “I think I might be able to help you out even better.”
    “Haven’t you heard, Nicky, no one knows what you like more than you do? Just the right pressure and touch and …