Pure Wicked: A Wicked Lovers Novella (1001 Dark Nights) by Shayla Black

could get a good look at him. Bristol nearly swallowed her tongue. Oh. Dear. God. The longer she looked at him, the more the dizzying fever of desire spun inside her. She raked her palms up the ridges of his abdomen, over the bronzed bulges of his torso. She traced the tribal tattoo on his shoulder, sucking in a breath at his iron flesh beneath her touch. Unable to resist, she skated her fingertips down his chest again, taking the time to circle one of his nipples. She delighted in watching them both go hard. Goosebumps broke out all over his body.
    “Don’t push me too hard, Bristol. I want to do this right.” He panted, his breath coming fast as he gripped the button of his fly and tore it open. “Let me give us both a good time.”
    He didn’t wear anything beneath his jeans. Bristol saw a shadowy hint of hair-dusted male flesh and shivered. Pressed against her earlier, he’d felt big.
    “Hurry.” She reached for the snap on her own jeans and tore it open, then tugged the zipper down and shoved the pants over her hips, at least until his body impeded her striptease. Quickly, he stood, shucking his own denim.
    Bristol got instant confirmation about his size. Well-endowed was putting it mildly. Or maybe she’d been handling nothing but small pricks like Hayden. Literally.
    “That’s it, honey. Take it all off so I can get to you. I want to see that pretty skin and silky pussy before I devour them both.”
    No man had ever talked to her that way. His words were gritty and raw, but there was nothing dirty about them. He made her feel sexy, like a woman should.
    For the first time in her life, she wanted to give a man every part of her.
    She doffed her pants. Her panties followed before she reached for her bra and unhooked it. When Jamie began prowling toward her like he meant to take her in every way that would give her pleasure, her nipples peaked tight. Her sex clenched.
    Heart pumping, feeling eager, she spread her legs for him, planting her heels wide on the bed. “You’re too slow. Come here so I can touch you.”
    A hint of a smile lurked at the corners of his lips. “You’re awfully bossy. Or is that impatience?”
    “Would you rather debate what I’m feeling or…” She ran her fingers up the insides of her thighs, nearly brushing her own wet flesh. “Get to the good stuff?”
    Jamie paused, as if debating for a moment. Then he dropped all pretense and focused his potent gaze on her. “Good stuff. In fact, let’s see how good we can make it.”
    Before she could say a word, he covered her body, flattening her against the mattress again. Their naked chests pressed together as his face hovered over hers. The heat of his body enveloped her, warming her seemingly from the inside out. He thrust his fingers into her hair as he stared into her eyes. This might be a temporary fling—the first of her life—but somehow he managed to make her feel special with a single, searing glance.
    “Kiss me,” she whispered, unable to look at him without wanting more.
    He dipped his head and seized her lips with his own. When he closed his eyes, he might have broken their visual connection, but his kiss gripped her heart and squeezed. He came at her as if desperate to possess her. The intensity jarred Bristol. She’d never felt like the focus of any man’s desire—until now.
    Then she stopped thinking altogether because he urged her lips apart with his own and plowed inside, his tongue curling against hers. Their lips mingled. Their breaths entwined. Bristol arched against him. Jamie wrapped his arms around her more tightly.
    “You’re so fucking sweet. And small. I don’t want to break you.”
    She lifted her hips, rubbing against his unflagging erection. “You’re big.” When he laughed, she had to join him. “I meant that you’re tall and all buff. It’s just…when you’re near I can’t—”
    “Not touch you?”
    “Yeah,” she breathed against his lips.
    “I know exactly what you