Chapter 34

Alyssa raised to her knees above him and pushed him to his back. He went willingly, groaning when she ripped the sheet away from his body and fell on top of him, her mouth searing its way across his chest. She did those wicked little tricks with his nipples again, and damn if he wasn’t already so hard he couldn’t string a thought together.

When her hand drifted down his abdomen and her fingers circled his cock, he cried out.

“You like that?” she asked, all coy vixen as she stroked his length roughly.

“Fuck, yes.”

“Everyone else thinks you’re controlled. A great Southern gentleman.” She laughed. “You’re so not gentlemanly in the bedroom.”

Again, she stroked him up and down, her grasp tight, her pace blistering. When her thumb brushed the crest of his cock, his back arched and his eyes flew wide. Jesus!

Alyssa redefined pleasure for him. Virtually every drop of blood in his body had pooled between his legs. The pressure was intense, and every stroke piled