Crush (A Night Fire Novel Book 1) by TM Watkins Read Free Book Online Page A

as he pulled me onto his lap to face him.
    “I think you are wearing too much. Remove your top.”
    As I reached for the hem of my shirt, he stopped me.
    “Gotta be sexy, you know. No fumbling or awkwardness.”
    Oh yeah sure. As if that was possible. I lifted my shirt off with what I hoped was super sexy for him. At least I didn't get an earring or my hair caught. It was one quick and fluid movement. When I looked down at Curtis I could see a wide grin, his eyes bright with delight.
    “Always wondered if you were a lace girl.”
    I looked down at the two giant mounds of flesh, the bra could barely contain them and I didn't have the funds to get something new.
    “How long would you have stalked me for before you actually said something?”
    “I talked to you a lot.” he grumbled with a deep frown.
    “Placing your order is not talking.”
    He shrugged and looked away, more interested in running his fingers over the fabric of the lounge.
    “I'll tell you what, we'll do a do-over, right now.”
    Now I had his attention, he turned back with a confused grin.
    “First night, second night. Whatever, so long as it's within one week the beginning of your sick fascination with me.”
    Curtis dramatically rolled his eyes at me.
    “I'll start.” I said, ignoring him. “Hi, welcome to Vinnie's restaurant. I'm your waitress Frankie, what can I get for you tonight?”
    “You, naked on my bed.” he grinned darkly as his fingers crept up my jeans.
    “Be serious please. If you do, I'll remove the bra.”
    His eyes widened as I toyed with one of the straps. My fingers ran down the skin, tracing a path over the curve and then flattening my hand over the lace cup.
    “Special of the day is fine.” he whispered, completely enthralled.
    “But you haven't heard what it is.”
    My hand moved over his jaw feeling the prickles as they bit into the soft skin of my palm. God how I wanted him to rub it over my inner thigh.
    “What's the special?”
    I grinned as my hands ran down his body, feeling those hardened muscles. When I reached the band of his jeans I quickly undid them, pulling them away as I stood from the lounge.
    “The special tonight is your waitress on her knees for you.”
    “Oh good. I think I'll like that.”
    As I knelt before him I gently ran my fingers over him, teasing him. He groaned in appreciation, lifting his arms to hold onto the back of the lounge. Slowly I wrapped my fingers around him, thick and hard and more than ready for me. Sliding my hand up him as I pressed firmly, I took a tentative and teasing lick.
    “For the second course your waitress will sit on your lap for you.”
    His hips bucked as my lips wrapped around him, sucking him into my mouth.
    “Oh god Frankie.” he murmured.
    My hands pressed hard against his thighs, sliding through the hair and returning to continue the pleasure. His hands pulled my hair away, no longer shielding me from the glow of the city lights. I looked up at him as I ran my tongue from the base to the tip, lapping up the salty pre-cum that dribbled out.
    “Fuuuck.” he hissed. “More later baby, right now I want dessert.”
    He lifted me to my feet, pulling my jeans down fast. His lips kissed over my thighs as he reached for my panties.
    “Mm, matching. How kind of my waitress to be so generous.”
    I giggled. “Only the best for my favorite customer.”
    “Your only customer.” he growled against my skin.
    With a hazy grin I agreed, his kisses continued as he pulled my panties away. As he stood to me I could feel the heat rise, his fingers toying with my inner thigh.
    “I was promised something.” he whispered dangerously. “Turn around.”
    I turned to face the windows, the light glowing across my skin. From behind Curtis removed my bra and cupped my breasts, kneading them as he kissed over my shoulder and up my neck.
    “These are amazing.”
    One hand left me, dragging down my torso and making me shiver. I could feel his smirk against my shoulder, he lifted