Hell Kat Excerpt #3
Check out Hell Kat ...Kat looked down at him. His chest was slick with sweat, and she could almost see his heart pounding in his chest. His cheeks were also flushed.
"What's with you?"
"What do you mean?"
Kat glanced at him, up and down, noticing the large bulge in his pants. "Your dick's hard."
Damian rubbed a hand over the swelling. "I know." He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows.
"You're a sick puppy." Kat raised herself off the bed.
Damian reached out and seized her arm. "The way you moved, Kat, the way you took him down. I thought I was going to cream my pants just watching. You are one tough bitch."
"And that turns you on?"
"You know it does." He squeezed her arm.
She shook her head. "Save it, Damian, I need a bath."
"I'll wash you."
"How's that?"
Damian sat up and leaned into her, his voice a soft whisper against her ear. "I'll clean you from head to toe…with my tongue."
Kat sat back and looked into his face. His eyes had darkened with lust.
"I'm really dirty."
"I know."
Her body quickened, her insides grew tight at his words. Kat smiled and leaned back on her elbows.
Damian bounced off the bed. "Stay just like that, I'll be right back."
He came back with a basin of tepid water from their water supply, and a cloth. Kneeling at her feet, he took one booted foot in his hands and untied the laces. He slid the boot off slowly, tossing it over his shoulder.
Kat chuckled. Damian was always playful, but this was new. She closed her eyes on a sigh as he rolled her sock off. He soaked the cloth in the water and brought it up to her foot. He washed her slowly, dragging the cloth between her toes.
She bit down on her lip to stop the giggle that threatened to escape. She was a little ticklish on her feet, but it would be a cold day in hell if she ever giggled. It would ruin her hard-ass reputation.
When she could not feel the wet cloth on her skin, she opened her eyes. Damian had set the cloth down in the basin and raised her foot to his mouth. With his eyes trained on her, he slowly inserted her big toe into his mouth. He sucked on it, lolling his tongue around. His wetness felt glorious on her neglected flesh. Damian released her and continued the same ritual with her other foot. By the time he was done licking her instep, Kat was soaking wet from desire. Her insides throbbed exquisitely. Sometimes, Damian pissed her off, especially when he acted like a fool. But the man was a master when it came to seduction. That was his talent, his art.