The Daredevil (Black Cat Circus #1)

by Duckie Mack

That lovely color rose in his cheeks once more as he shrugged. “I didn’t hate it…with you.” “Aw, Marshmallow. You sure know how to make a man feel special.” I grinned. Imagining his body pressed against mine, with the power of the machine between our legs, had me ready to drive him all over creation. It also had me wanting the power of him between my legs. Fuck! I could feel the heat building beneath the surface, could feel the blaze behind my eyes. I stepped into him, nuzzling his hair with my nose, and breathed in deeply, inhaling that wonderful aroma. Eli drew in a gasp but didn’t push me away. His hands went to my sides, grabbing onto my bare waist. He was irresistible. Everything about him called to me. That he still smelled of both of us was intensely erotic. He tilted his neck, giving me access, and I kissed my way down his neck, sucking on his throat. The moan that came from him had me increasing the pressure and holding him in my arms. I sucked that sweet spot at the base of his neck until he melted into me. His desire obvious as his hardness pressed against my own. When I nipped his neck, he squeezed my sides and gasped, “Drake!” I released from his neck, admiring the color coming to the surface, content with the mark left behind. Eli was flushed with need, a look that was incredibly arousing. Still, I didn’t want to do anything he didn’t want. His body reacted in a way that spurred me on, but did he regret it? “Too much?”