A Taste of Honey by Jami Alden Read Free Book Online Page B

are intimidated by a vibrator. Think they can’t match up.”
    “This little guy?” He held up the white toy, not more than five inches long and an inch and a half in diameter. Deliberately, he slid out of her until just the head of his erection lodged inside her body. He drove himself back in with excruciating leisure. “I don’t think I have anything to feel threatened by.”
    “It’s not the size of your boat,” she said, the high, thready tone of her voice betraying her.
    His slow, steady strokes kept her from finishing the rest of the saying.
    Coming up on his knees, he draped her legs over his hips and moved in steady, measured thrusts until she was a moaning, writhing mess who could barely remember that the world existed beyond his cock. Without breaking his pace he traced the vibrator down her belly, resting it just above her mons. Her clit pulsed at the indirect stimulation, and she let out a harsh cry.
    Then he froze, halting his thrusts and moving the vibrator away. Her eyes snapped open and he hung above her, braced on one trembling arm as sweat dripped from his forehead to sizzle on her chest. “Damn it, don’t stop,” she demanded, but there was a pleading tone in her voice too. She squirmed against him, sure if she could get some leverage she could end this torture for them both.
    But he held her hips pinned to the bed, forcing her to stay still before bringing her to the brink again, and a third time, until finally the need to climax had become a physical pain.
    “Please,” she begged helplessly, hating him for doing this to her, hating herself for being so weak. “You’re killing me.”
    Immediately he came down on top of her, cradling her face in his hands as he whispered his apology. “I’m sorry, baby,” he murmured against the flushed skin of her cheek. “I’ll make it all better.”
    Sliding his hands behind her knees, he pressed her legs back against her chest. He slid the vibrator against the outside of her labia, as though realizing that her clit was too painfully sensitive for such direct stimulation. Within seconds she came, squeezing her eyes shut as every muscle in her body seized in ecstasy.
    She was vaguely aware of his shout and the feel of him jerking inside her.
    She’d be lucky if the neighbors didn’t call the police, what with all the yelling and caterwauling.
    Jake nuzzled his face into her neck and murmured something, and for a horrified second Kit was afraid she was going to cry. “Unlock me,” she said through gritted teeth.
    He fumbled for the key and released her from the handcuffs. Kit immediately jumped from the bed and grabbed her robe. She didn’t like the way she felt, shaky and vulnerable and exposed. Didn’t like the way Jake could burst into her apartment, into her life, and start chipping away at the wall she’d spent the past twelve years building around herself.
    She needed to be alone, regroup, and put this thing with Jake in its proper perspective.
    “You need to go,” she said curtly.
    His dark eyebrows raised in surprise, but he didn’t budge from her bed.
    “I mean it. I have a deadline and I’ve already wasted enough time with you.”
    “I had a really long flight and I’m just going to sleep. You won’t even know I’m here.”
    Ha! Like she could possibly relax enough to focus knowing that Mr. Universe and his wonderdick were sprawled out in her bedroom.
    “No way. Didn’t your company book you in a hotel or something? I’m sure you’ll be much more comfortable there.” As she spoke she flung his pants, boxers, and shirt at him. He swore when she tossed his belt at him and the buckle caught him on the forehead.
    “I get the point,” he grumbled, rising from the bed. Kit turned her back, knowing if she allowed her eyes to feast on his lean, naked body, she’d end up right back in that bed with him, and deadline be damned.
    Needing to get away, she waited for him in the living room, holding out his suit jacket when he