Naughty by Ann Voss Peterson, J.A. Konrath, Jack Kilborn Read Free Book Online Page A

away.
    “You do not seem like yourself,
mamacita
.”
    Hammett rubbed her thumb up his underside and offered a wicked smile. “Is that a bad thing?”
    “Bad? No. But I do not feel the fire, the passion, I felt in Nevada.”
    An odd thing for a guy to say in a situation like this. He was quite obviously aroused. What more did he want?
    She lowered her head to take him in her mouth—
    —and he put up an arm to block her.
    Hammett hadn’t ever encountered
that
before. And while she was off-guard, Heath suddenly had her in a hammer lock, forcing her face into the leather seat, his weight atop her.
    He tricked me! He’s the enemy! I need to—
    Then she felt his breath on her neck, his tongue trailing up to her ear. At the same time, his free hand cupped her hip, his fingers making their way between her thighs, beginning to stroke her.
    He’s not trying to kill me. He just wants to play.
    She closed her eyes, sighed, allowed him to caress and nibble her. But when she felt herself getting close, she bent his finger, leveraging him off her and onto his back on the limousine floor.
    Hammett gracefully rolled onto him, locking his manhood between her thighs, but not allowing him to enter her. She pinned his wrists and moved her lips close to his. He tried to kiss her, straining his head up, but she moved just out of reach.
    “Oh
chica
, you’re killing me.”
    He tried to buck his hips, but she clenched tighter. Then he smiled and whispered something, either
mercy
or
merci
, and his body relaxed.
    Hammett began at his throat, running her tongue across his rough stubble, up his jawline, penetrating his ear. She heard him gasp, and she licked her way back to his mouth, kissing him slowly, enjoying his taste.
    In a quick movement, she had moved down his chest, running her teeth over the hair on his chest, catching his nipple in her mouth, giving it a quick bite and making him groan.
    She moved lower. No longer able to pin his wrists, but still wanting to keep him compliant, Hammett skimmed her hand down his body and cupped his testicles. She held them firmly, but not cruelly. Heath grunted again, and she scooted backward and rubbed her chin across his tip. His cock bobbed against her cheek, and she gave him a slow kiss, trailing her tongue up his length.
    Heath reached for her, and she gave his balls a warning squeeze, again not enough to cause pain, but enough to assert she was in control.
    Then she began to tease the holy hell out of him.
    She used her lips. Softly. Kissing him from the base to the top. Her tongue. Gently. Following the same path her lips had taken. Her breath, making him slick with her saliva and then blowing warm and cool. Even her teeth, giving him a hickey on his shaft and causing him to hold his breath for the duration.
    But she didn’t take him in her mouth. Even when his hips began to buck.
    “
Lo siento
,” she said, nuzzling him with her chin. “I apologize for having no fire. No passion.”
    “I may… I may have misspoken,
bonita
.” His voice was deep, throaty.  “And I do hope you accept my humblest apologies.”
    She quickly surrounded him with her mouth, sucking hard, making him cry out. Then she just as quickly pulled away, watching with amusement as he twitched and bounced.
    “Such cruelty will be returned in kind,” Heath said, his breath coming quicker.
    “Cruelty?” Hammett laughed. “You have no idea.”
    Then she lowered her mouth again, taking him deep into her throat, and then staying completely still. Just as she’d done while kissing him. When Heath strained upward, she retreated, not allowing him to thrust.
    Hammett hadn’t teased a man like this in a long while. Probably because she hadn’t found any worth the time and effort. The last one she’d done this to hadn’t been able to hold out for more than a few minutes. She hoped Heath would do better. Either way, she could still get hers. But she would be disappointed if she couldn’t impale herself upon him.
    So