Homewrecker (Into the Flames #1) by Cat Mason, Katheryn Kiden Read Free Book Online

down at me with fire burning in his eyes. He lets go of my hands but something inside me makes me keep them above my head. Slowly, as if he’s waiting for me to suddenly change my mind like I should, he drags my shirt over my head and drops it. His fingers settle on the button of my shorts.
    “These fuckin’ shorts have been taunting me all day.” As he lowers the zipper with one hand, his other tips my head out of the way so he can nip his way down my throat. “All. Fuckin’. Day,” he growls between bites. “All I wanted to do when you were playing with that damn hose earlier was to push you to the ground and lick you clean. Mainly your pussy with my tongue.”
    The fact that he’s talking about me taunting him shocks me because I’m a far cry from his usual size twos. I blow out a shaky breath when my shorts hit the floor because I know there’s no going back after this. I finally drop my hands, allowing myself to touch him. My hands settle on either side of his ribs, one covering the face of the Tin Man that takes up his left side, the other covering a portion of the fallen firefighter tribute on the right.
    “Quit thinkin’, Kennedy.”
    Easy for him to say, he isn’t the one putting a marriage in jeopardy.
    “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you forget your name. You’ll go home tomorrow so sore. Every time you move, you’ll think about filthy things I did to you.”
    I groan. This is what I want. I want the rough, the filthy. I want to be consumed by the thought of the things that are done to me. I’ve just never had the guts to ask for it with Gunnar. Maybe this is what I need. A one time, no strings night that gives me everything I don’t get at home. Maybe if I get it it’ll be out of my system I’ll be OK.
    “I don’t need you to tell me yes or no, Kennedy. I know you want this. I can feel it. You burn when I fuckin’ touch you. Your breathing gets harder. And I bet if I reach between your thighs, you’re wet just from thinkin’ about what I’m gonna do to you.”
    I start to nod but am cut off when he kicks my legs apart a bit and his hand slides under the edge of my panties. My jaw falls slack and I’m not even sure what to call the noise I make when he easily thrusts two fingers into me and begins grinding his palm against my clit.
    “So fuckin’ wet for me,” he smirks down at me and licks his lips. “You’re gonna get your ass on the bed and spread your legs so I can taste you.”
    That wasn’t a question. He isn’t asking me if I want him to lick my pussy, he’s telling me, and I can’t bring myself to tell him no.
    Without removing his hand, Dixon walks me backward toward the bed. I lie back, watching as he yanks down my panties and settles between my thighs. His fingers drift around the tattoo of a sun on my pubic bone, and he smirks.
    “I knew there was a bad girl hidin’ somewhere under all that nice girl bullshit.” When he looks up at me, the predatory look in his eyes tells me I’m fucked. The second he drops his head and his tongue touches me, I become completely consumed in what he’s doing and how it good it feels. My back arches when he wraps his lips around my clit, and I lace my fingers through his dark hair to hold him there. Dixon has always joked about being good in the bedroom, especially with his mouth, but this is beyond anything I could have imagined. He uses the perfect amount of tongue, suction, and fingers to drive me insane and hold me on the edge, but never quite lets me slip over. I whimper when he pulls back and he laughs.
    “Whinin’ will get you nowhere. You’re not gonna come unless my cock is buried inside this perfect fuckin’ pussy.” Standing up, Dixon slips his shorts out of the way and lets them fall to the floor. My eyes immediately drop to his cock as he wraps his hand around the thick shaft and begins stroking it while he watches me. The light catches on the four balls on the tip and my eyes shoot to his. “It’s a magic cross,