Sweeter Than Honey by Delilah Devlin Read Free Book Online Page B

wouldn’t she be surprised?
    The thought of filling her mouth, seeing his pearly come on her lips, had him biting back a groan. He didn’t want to spoil her pleasure or miss a moment watching her expressive face as she worked on him. Curiosity lit her eyes and natural sultriness pouted her pink lips.
    Her lips. Damn, her mouth was opening again, taking him deep while she swirled her tongue around his crown and licked over the sides. She was killing him by inches.
    Needing something else to ponder so he could control the urge to explode, he thought about how he’d come to be here and wondered what magical spell she’d cast on sweet Sally Epperson to convince her to doctor his coffee. Then he wondered how the hell the two women had managed to move him here, so far out of town. And for what purpose?
    For Honey to have a little revenge for the hurt he’d caused her? Or simply for her own pleasure? That thought brought him squarely back to the urgent need to come and Honey’s hot little mouth.
    Just looking at her wildly curling red hair and bare shoulders was enough to tempt him over the edge. What else wasn’t she wearing? The sides of her thighs, encased in sheer black stockings, were visible beyond her shoulders, but not much else was. Her knees, which straddled either side of his legs, sank deep into a red satin comforter that covered a very soft feather bed. The thought of rolling her beneath him, sinking into all that softness…
    Again, Honey’s mouth dove on his cock, driving it along her tongue until it bumped the back of her throat. A soft hand scooped up his balls and squeezed. His eyes rolled back and he sucked air deep into his lungs, fighting the need to shout.
    Only when she rose did he remember how to breathe, and he opened his eyes.
    She’d lifted her head, affording him a delicious view of the tops of her creamy breasts as light glanced on the mounds and darkness added depth to her cleavage. “So you’re finally awake, Sheriff,” she said, her voice low and husky.
    His cock thrust upward inside her squeezing palms. “Joe,” he said, his voice sounding rusty and thick. “Call me Joe since it looks like we’ve been introduced.”
    A slight smile curved the corners of her lips. She bent and stuck out her tongue to lick the head of his cock, taking a bead of pearly excitement from the tip, her gaze locking with his all the while.
    He watched her pink tongue lap him like she was licking ice cream, curving under the ridge, delving into the little eyelet hole. Lord, he wanted to fuck that mouth. Would she climb between his legs and give him leverage to plow into her mouth? Could she take him deep like he was dying to go?
    She glided her lips over his head, and then she lifted her face again. “Bet you’re wondering why you’re here.”
    Lord have mercy. Just the sexy velvet voice made every muscle in his body tense. “Haven’t been able to hold a single thought since I woke up with my cock in your mouth,” he drawled.
    Despite the blush staining her cheeks, she raised one dark eyebrow in an unspoken challenge. “Can I convince you not to think for a little while longer?” She pumped her hands down and up his cock.
    He swallowed hard, feeling his gut tighten, priming for release. “Guess it depends.”
    She gave him a slow, spiraling twist and smiled when he groaned. “Depends on what?”
    He gritted his teeth and bit out, “On whether there’s going to be a posse with shotguns sitting outside your door in the morning.”
    Her smile held a wicked warning, but she circled her cheek on the head of his cock. “This is just between you and me, Joe,” she said softly and released him. “Besides, it’s been pointed out to me that the virtue of a woman who travels alone is suspect. No one’s gonna come storming my doors demanding you do right by me.”
    Drawing a deep breath of equal parts relief and regret, he said, “I’m sorry about what I said, Honey.”
    She shrugged—a movement that