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A Little Light Reading Before Bed
An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
“Did you wait for me?”
“Yes, of course,” Zoe mumbled, barely paying attention to Trevor as she turned the page, eager for more.
“Little liar,” Trevor teased with a chuckle as he settled on the bed next to her. “Go back,” he said, folding one arm behind his head as she grumbled and pouted a bit, but in the end she did as he’d asked. He’d held up his end of the bargain, so she didn’t really have much of a choice in the matter.
With a reluctant sigh, she returned to the last bookmarked section, the spot that they’d left off last night. After a few seconds of searching, she found the spot where they’d left off and began reading.
“You’re welcome,” he said dryly as he pushed off the ground and sat up.
“I’m welcome?” she repeated in disgust as she whirled around and stormed back over to him so that she could glare down at him through beautiful red eyes. “I wouldn’t have fallen down that hill if it wasn’t for you!”
“How is it my fault that you tripped over your own two feet?” he asked innocently, loving the scent of anger rolling off her. Not because he was a sick bastard, but because beneath the scent of anger was arousal.
God, she smelled fucking fantastic.
“Poor bastard,” Trevor said with a chuckle as he slowly rolled over onto his side so that he was facing her. He reached over and placed his arm around her and pulled her closer until they shared the same pillow.
Zoe snorted at that. “He’s lucky that she didn’t go for his balls.”
“She’d miss them,” her husband said with a careless shrug as he pressed a kiss that had the power to distract her against her neck.
“Do you want me to continue?” she asked, forcing herself to ignore the large, warm hand now resting across her stomach.
“Please,” he said, pressing one last kiss against her neck before he pulled back just far enough so that she could think straight.
Okay, maybe he was a sick bastard, because he couldn’t help but smile as the scent of her anger intensified right along with the scent of her arousal. He shifted back a bit until he felt his back come in contact with the large boulder behind him. He sighed with satisfaction as she glared down at him. He could smell the blood rushing to swell her breasts and harden her nipples and wondered if she’d consider letting him feed from her there one day. Probably not, but just the thought of feeding from her as he suckled her nipple had his cock hardening painfully.
“You bastard!” she hissed, as he relaxed back against the boulder, licking his lips as he smelled her sex swell.
She opened her mouth to say something else, but abruptly shut it, narrowed her eyes on him and then with a snort of disgust, demanded, “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Hmmm?” he murmured, barely registering her reaction or the fact that she’d moved closer to him so that she could glare down at him.
“You’re getting turned on? Now?” she demanded, the sound of disgust in her voice should have been enough to knock some sense into him, but sadly, it wasn’t.
“Yes,” he answered with absolutely no shame as he ran his eyes over her, devouring every last detail from her hair tangled with tiny sticks and leaves down to her dirt smudged face, the torn blanket covered in dirt and grass stains that she had wrapped around her body all the way down to her beautiful dirt smudged feet.
“Seriously?” she snapped, looking down at herself in disgust. “I look like I was dragged through a tornado and this is turning you on?”
He reached up and grabbed her hand, giving it a gentle pull before she could react. He yanked her down on top of him, giving her the choice to straddle him or fall over. “You always turn me on,” he admitted, reaching up and cupping the back of her neck. He pulled her down for a kiss as she settled on his lap, the blanket bunching up around her hips to accommodate the move.
“You are a deeply disturbed individual,” she whispered against his lips as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and threaded her fingers through his hair as she returned his kiss.
“Yes, I am,” he said, dropping his hands to her bare legs where the blanket bunched and running his hands up her smooth legs, forcing the blanket up even higher until he came in contact with her cotton panties.
“What are you doing?” she asked, biting back a smile when she felt that large warm hand of his slowly pulling the hem of her t-shirt higher.
“Just making you more comfortable,” Trevor said as he leaned in and pressed another kiss to her neck, this time gently suckling on the skin as dropped her shirt and moved his hand between her thighs.
“Is that what you’re doing?” she asked, allowing him to pull her legs apart.
“Mmmhmmm,” he murmured against her skin. “That and seeing if you’re wearing cotton panties.”
She licked her lips, forcing herself to ignore the urge to point out that she didn’t wear panties to bed since he’d started ripping them off her. Instead, she laid there, enjoying the feel of his fingertips as they skimmed over her thigh. A startled gasp left her when he trailed his fingertips between her legs, teasing her in a way that had her licking her lips and spreading her legs further apart for him.
“Keep reading,” he whispered softly next to her ear as he trailed one fingertip through her wet slit.
Knowing that he would stop if she didn’t, she quickly searched for her place, but couldn’t find it. Realizing that she must have accidently skipped a few pages when he’d distracted her, she decided to just find a spot and go with it. As she settled on a spot, Trevor sat up and shifted until he was kneeling between her legs. Swallowing back her anticipation, she watched as he lowered his head between her thighs.
“Read,” he ordered as he spread her legs wider and traced her slit with his tongue.
“Ummm,” she said, gasping when she felt that wickedly talented tongue flick over her clit.
“O-okay,” she managed to say as she forced her attention away from the dark head between her legs.
As she stared down at the large cock straining to get to her, she couldn’t decide what she wanted more, to take it in her hand and caress it and the heavy sack below it, or to lean over and run her tongue around the head before she took it in her mouth. Other than releasing a very sexy growl, Christofer didn’t say anything as he allowed her to choose. After a minute of debating just how good it would feel in her hand or in her mouth she settled on a compromise.
“Fucking hell!” he growled as she scooted back so that she could lean over him as she gripped the base with one hand, barely able to fit her hand around it, while the other held her up. She used the first stroke of his cock to bring the large tip to her waiting mouth.
Wanting to see his reaction, she tilted her head to the side so that her eyes were locked on his as she brought the large head to her mouth and swiped the underside with her tongue. His jaw clenched tightly as every muscle in his body went rigid, his sexy red eyes locked on her as he watched her.
“Do you like this?” she asked, running the very tip of her tongue over the tiny slit of his cock where his excitement was already beading.
“Yes,” he gritted out between his teeth, forcing himself to stay still when they both knew that he could take over at any minute and probably make her enjoy it.
“Hmmm,” Trevor said, flicking his tongue through her wet, welcoming slit one last time before he pulled away. “Sounds like they have the right idea.”
Unable to help herself, and really, why would she try? she looked up from her iPad and watched as Trevor pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, revealing the incredible torso that still had the power to make her mouth go dry even after all these years. Licking her lips in anticipation, she watched as his hands dropped to the fly of his pants, and with lazy movements, slid the zipper down and pulled himself out.
Eyes locked on the large appendage that she loved so much, she mumbled weakly, “What about the book?”
“We’ll finish it tomorrow night,” he said soothingly as he reached over and plucked the iPad from her hands.
“That’s what you said last night,” she absently pointed out as he gave her hand a gentle tug that had her sitting up.
“And we will,” he said, framing her face as he leaned in to brush his lips against hers. “I promise.”
Only one more week before Tall, Silent and Lethal is released……..
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