Free Fly Me Home: Home is Where the Heat Is, Book 4 by Candi Wall

Glancing up at him while she stroked him, she purred. “Are you trying to tell me you don’t want to?”
    “Hell no,” he answered. “I’m just wondering what’s got you so wound up.”
    What got her hot and ready really didn’t matter, he just wanted to hear her say it. Wanted her to scream her needs and not be afraid to ask. They’d been in his world for a while, and the last thing he wanted was to change her in any way. He’d fallen for her simple, open ways, and it was important to him to return her home with a few fun experiences but in the same mindset as he’d found her. The only thing he wanted different was to know she’d say what she wanted, when she wanted it.
    He hooked a finger under her chin and forced her to look at him. “What caused this?”
    “I’ll tell you in a minute.”
    With that cryptic statement, she eased her hands away from his and surrounded him with her mouth.
    Ian slammed his head back against the seat. Fuck. They’d shared plenty in the last few weeks, but every time her mouth closed over his cock, he was ready to come. “Christ, Elizabeth. You kill me.”
    She purred, taking him deeper. She was good at giving head now that she’d mastered her nervousness. Really good. She had a hell of a suck, and she could take him deep. He arched his hips off the seat and pushed his pants down farther so she could touch all of him. She’d quickly learned that his balls were super sensitive, and she was always willing to give them the attention they needed.
    As much as he wanted to just enjoy what she was doing, he wasn’t about to let her sidetrack him completely. Gripping his hands in her hair, he pulled her back until her lips barely brushed the tip of his cock. “I asked you a question.”
    “Did you?” Her gaze screamed make me answer .
    “Yes.”
    “Hmmmm,” she teased, flicking her tongue out to lick the tip. “I think it might have been the way you and Arjun looked at each other.” Another flick of her tongue. “Were you lovers?”
    He nodded, watching as her hand came up to pump his cock. “A few times.”
    “That’s what I thought.” She reached up and loosened his grasp on her hair. Taking him into her mouth again until he moaned, she sucked her way back up. “And it’s all I could think about, New York.”
    “What were you thinking?” His balls tightened, and he shifted, needing to get himself under control before he lost it.
    She stroked him, her eyes on his cock. “I was wondering what you did to each other. What it would be like to watch, or join.”
    His cock swelled in her hands and a pearl of pre-come pulsed free. “Is that what you want?”
    She shrugged, rubbing the natural lube around his tip with her thumb before sliding her mouth down over him, pumping, moaning around him until he grasped the seats and dug his fingers into the soft leather. After a long, torturous moment, she popped off him like she was sucking a fucking lollipop. “Tell me what you do to each other. I need info. You know me.”
    He did. She was all about details. Problem was, he didn’t know if he could give her the details she was looking for without losing it. “We do everything you and I do but with different parts.”
    She smiled and licked him from balls to tip. “You talk, I suck. You stop, I stop.”
    Damn, he loved this dominating side of her. “We kiss, we touch.”
    She sighed and took him into her mouth again, revving her throat in an encouraging purr like a goddamn cat.
    “I like the fucking more than I like to be fucked.” The little rumbly sounds in her throat vibrated on the head of his cock and he gripped her shoulder, silently begging her to stay there, taking him deep, the feel of her tongue sliding up and down the underside of his erection incredible.
    Suddenly she stopped, her gaze hooded with desire. “Tell me more.”
    Dropping his head back against the seat, he gave over. She was honest and simple, and sweet, but she was also stubborn. When her