Free Grievous (Wanted Men Book 5) by Nancy Haviland

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    He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled. “Since you are feeling chatty, use your words to answer my earlier question.”
    She didn’t meet his eye but shook free and ducked in to nuzzle into the base of his throat. He remembered these affectionate gestures. They were…pleasurable, and he considered allowing her to go on avoiding his request, especially when she kissed her way up and sucked his bottom lip between her teeth while lifting her hips. She hesitated before lowering herself back down his cock, taking him deep inside. The heat of her body singed him as she did it again and again. But having caught a glimpse of embarrassment in her expression, allowing her to evade him wasn’t a consideration because her lack of an answer could only mean one thing; she’d been with a lot of men.
    As menace formed and swept through him, he tightened his grip on her hair and barely refrained from roughly jerking her up. The idea of her like this with another, so giving and generous with her body, made his vision quiver.
    “Answer me. How many?”
    She rolled her dark eyes. “I’m not going to talk about other men while we’re in bed, Lucian.”
    He released her hair so he would have two hands to grab her hips. He held her still. “How many?”
    Her sigh drifted across his face. “I don’t want to do this.”
    “I do not care.”
    “So I’m beginning to see,” she muttered under her breath.
    She straightened until she was straddling him, the position sending him high into her pussy. Rather than moan his pleasure, he reached behind her with one hand and deftly undid her lacy bra. He pulled the straps down her arms with a grip on the small stone glittering between her breasts and tossed the concealing thing away. Probably not the smartest thing to have done right then, he belatedly thought as he palmed the round—very real—globes and sat up so he could get one of her pearled nipples into his mouth.
    “I can easily listen while I work on you,” he said instead of letting out the deep sound of enjoyment climbing his throat. For some reason, he didn’t want her to know how she pleased him. Not yet. He licked and sucked on her. The taste of her skin was incomparable. Unforgettable. Hated acknowledging that.
    “None.”
    For the second time in as many days, the world slowed, and he was forced to pay attention. He lifted his head, ready to dole out one hell of a punishment for the lie, but all he saw was that previously absent self-consciousness and more of that honesty.
    “See? This is why I didn’t want to do this.” Her cheeks were enchantingly flushed. “What are you looking at?” she snapped defensively.
    “Why?”
    “Why haven’t I slept with a slew of strangers? Oh, I don’t know. Because I’m busy? Because men are selfish and egotistical.” She poked a finger into the middle of his chest, presumably so he’d know she was referring to him. Then she trailed that finger away to run her nail around his nipple. “I’m at the gallery from eight until eight, which leaves time for the gym and my friends. That’s it. Nothing exciting there at all.”
    She was right. This shouldn’t be of such great interest to him. He buried the questions forming and twisted to get her under him. He watched her as he brought her knees up and spread them wide. “Tell me, Yasmeen,” he said as he began fucking her as he’d wanted to since seeing her walk into the visitation. Hard. Fast. Deep. “Why am I between your legs?”
    Her arms went out to the sides, and she held on by gripping the bed cover. Her firm breasts swayed and bounced. Such temptation. “Because you made it impossible for me to leave.”
    He stilled. “Is that so? Before you left me the other night, you offered me dinner or a drink. Had you opened your apartment door to me, would you not have invited me in? Into your home, and after a suitable amount of time, into your body?”
    She blew out a frustrated breath. “Why are you so