Free Triple Score by Regina Kyle Page B

over his feet. What a waste, when there were so many more interesting parts to explore.
    And like her mother always said, Waste not, want not .
    Of course, she also said act in haste, repent at leisure.
    Shaking that thought away, too, Noelle toed off her ballet flats and slipped out of her yoga pants.
    Jace’s whiskey eyes darkened from a warm, medium brown to the color of dark, rich chocolate as they raked her nearly naked body from head to toe. “That’s a look.”
    Noelle followed his gaze to her lacy, lilac bra, past the matching panties and down, down...to her bulky, black knee brace.
    Talk about a buzz kill.
    “Take it off,” he ordered in the same deep, gravelly whisper he’d used to stop her from putting her shirt back on.
    Oh, the irony.
    She put her hands on her hips and tilted her head to study him. “I thought I was in charge.”
    “You are.” His eyes latched onto hers and wouldn’t let go. “As soon as you take it off.”
    “All of it?”
    “Just the brace. Leave the rest for me.”
    She bent to loosen the Velcro straps.
    Yep. Jace Monroe was a certified sexual Svengali. Why else would she be obeying his every command?
    “Now you,” she said once she had the brace off.
    “Me what?” he asked innocently.
    “Strip to your skivvies, superstar.”
    He plucked at the drawstring of his sweats. “These are my pajamas. I’m not wearing anything underneath.”
    “Even better.”
    “How about you give me a hand.” He crooked a finger, beckoning her nearer. “After all, I am injured.”
    She walked toward him in almost a trance, drawn to him like metal to a magnet. “Sure, play that card.”
    “Whatever it takes to get your hands on me.”
    He patted the bed next to him and she sat, one hand instinctively drifting to the waistband of his sweat pants. He lifted his hips and she peeled them off, like she was unwrapping the best Christmas present ever.
    A hard, hugely erect present she couldn’t wait to touch and taste.
    So she didn’t.
    “Damn, girl.” Jace hissed as she bent to touch her tongue to his crown, circling it. “When you get down to it, you don’t mess around. I like a woman who skips the appetizer and goes right for dessert.”
    She would have responded but by then she had him in her mouth, his musky smell and sweet, salty taste filling her senses.
    “Oh, God.” He groaned and twisted beneath her, and she stretched out beside him and sank down further, her tongue teasing the underside of his shaft as she closed her lips around him. With one hand, she gripped the base while the other traced the vee that ran from his hip to his groin.
    His moans encouraged her to go faster, deeper, until he was almost at the back of her throat. No small feat given the size of his erection. And not something she was normally into. But it was like a dam inside her had burst, and now that she’d broken her six-month, self-imposed sexual drought there was no turning back.
    She wanted it all. She wanted it now. Fierce and fast, slow and sweet, decadent and dangerous. Jace was hers for the night, and she intended to make the most of it.
    Of him.
    He groaned again and thrust into her mouth. His hands fisted in the sheets, and she looked up to find his eyes closed, his jaw tight. She smiled around him, struck by the realization that he was holding onto his self-control by a gossamer thread—and the feeling of power that came from knowing she’d brought him to that point.
    She hummed against his skin, wanting to push him over the edge, and he pulsed against her tongue. Tension spiraled through her belly, winding its way down to her sex and making her clit tingle. If she so much as touched herself, she’d go off like a bottle rocket. But as much as she wanted to come, she wanted to make him come more.
    She eased off, giving him teasing licks instead of the deep-throated suction she knew he wanted. She tortured him until his hands left the blanket and curled around her shoulders, drawing her almost