Sex Machine: A Standalone Contemporary Romance Read Free Page B

swallow hard and try not to blink as my entire body heats up. “Don’t my actions thus far this evening speak for themselves?”
    His grin is arrogant and sexy at the same time. “Eat your pizza.”
    “I’m not hungry.” I’m too nervous to eat—not that I’d admit that to him. What had seemed like a brilliant idea an hour ago is becoming more and more ludicrous by the minute. I’ve known Blake all my life, and after tonight, every time I run into him around town I’ll be forced to remember how I propositioned him, asking for sex like a common floozy. “I’ve never done this before.” It’s suddenly crucial that he know I’ve never blatantly propositioned another man the way I did him.
    “Done what?”
    “Asked a man to… you know…”
    His eyes twinkle with amusement. “Fuck you?”
    Does he have to toss my own words back at me? I push my chair back from the table and stand. “I made a mistake. I shouldn’t have done this. I don’t want you to think—”
    He stands and moves quickly to stop me from heading for the door. Even though he’s made of muscle and has at least seventy pounds on me, I don’t feel threatened by him. Rather, his nearness makes my skin prickle with awareness. The light dusting of hair on his chest is darker than the hair on his head. I let my eyes roam hungrily over well-developed pectorals, to washboard abs and below to the tuft of dark hair that makes a path from his abdomen into the waistband of his shorts. I force my gaze back up to find him staring down at me.
    His hands land on my hips, drawing me in closer to him, so close that our breath mingles and his lips hover perilously close to mine.
    I can’t help but notice how perfectly our bodies align, with my head landing just below his chin.
    “Don’t ever be embarrassed about asking for what you want,” he says gruffly.
    “Despite what I said to you in the bar, I don’t want you to think I’m cheap.”
    “I could never think that, Honey. You’re beautiful. I’ve always thought so.”
    “You have?”
    He nods and touches the lightest of kisses to my lips.
    I feel the impact of that kiss in every cell of my body. I arch into his embrace, wanting so much more.
    Turning his attention to my neck, he feathers kisses in a trail of fire that make me whimper.
    “Easy,” he whispers. “I’ll give you what you want, darlin’. We’ve got all night.”
    His words relax and inflame me at the same time. How is that possible?
    “Touch me, Honey.”
    All at once, I realize my hands have been dangling awkwardly at my sides while he spins a magical web around us. I raise them to his back, my palms coasting over warm, smooth skin.
    He gasps, and his hands drop to my bottom, tugging me in tight against the hard ridge of his erection.
    As I make contact for the first time with “The Cock,” I choke back a gasp of my own while he throbs against me. I yearn to touch him there, but hold back, not wanting to seem too eager.
    He takes the decision away from me when he grasps my hand and brings it to rest on his pulsating member. “Did you hear about this, too?”
    My mouth has gone totally dry as my fingers learn his length and girth. Good God . My pussy moistens in anticipation.
    “Did you?” he asks again.
    I nod and flatten my palm against him, working my way from root to tip and reveling in the twitch that jolts his tightly clenched jaw.
    “What did they say?”
    “I, um… They said it was big.”
    “Is it?”
    “You know it is.” How I manage to speak when his hands are digging into the flesh of my ass is anyone’s guess.
    “Is it the biggest you’ve ever felt?”
    “Yes.”
    “Do you want it inside of you?”
    “ Yes . Oh, yes .” All worries of appearing wanton or cheap flee in a tsunami of need and desire that spreads from the palm of my hand to every pressure point on my body.
    His breath against my ear makes me shiver. “Is your pussy wet just thinking about it?”
    I nod, making him grin with