Excerpt: His Plaything
She gave the tiniest, cutest squeak of embarrassment I'd ever heard. With an effort, I forced myself back to the task at hand. “I know what a woman looks like when she's coming, and you weren't anywhere near it," I continued.
If she had flinched or looked away, that would have been the end of it. But she just watched me, wide-eyed and barely breathing. Like she was daring me to speak. Like an alley cat, a half-wild thing, her skittishness perfectly balanced with her curiosity and desire. Whatever I did next would decide everything. The slightest mistake could tip her mental scales and send her into flight. Or fight, given what I'd seen of her fiery streak.
Taking another leap of faith, I lifted her still-wet fingers to my nose. She blinked, expression flashing from confusion to shock, but she didn't pull back her hand. My eyes slid shut as I inhaled her sweet, heady musk. Just the scent of her arousal felt like a shot of tequila, clouding my mind and burning all the way down past my stomach. My cock strained against my zipper. Before I knew it, my lips had closed around her fingers. I took them deep, sucking and licking to get every tangy drop, wishing I could taste her juices at the source instead.
She whimpered and I almost moaned in response. Oh, fuck—one hit and I was addicted. I wanted to pull that sweet little noise from her lips again and again. Her already-huge eyes had widened even further, their beautiful jade green almost eclipsed by black pupils. She was completely captivated. All the cautious judgment in her stare had evaporated, leaving only lust. Pure surrender.
Book Summary & TBR link
That’s the sight that greets me of my new roommate as he f*cks a blonde on the kitchen table.
That’s right before I get an eyeful of his giant cock. Cue wet panties.
Oh, and did I mention he’s a Navy SEAL?
One semester. That’s as long as I have to last—and then I’m gone, graduated, off into the real world.
But can I survive that long without becoming … his plaything?