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Caged (Mastered #4) Page 55
Author: Lorelei James

Her cheeks heated. “I read more than just erotic romance. I like historical, paranormal, and suspense.”

“What makes a book erotic?”

“More sex scenes. Erotic novels also have some kink, which is, ah . . . fun to read about.”

He snagged his water bottle from the cup holder. “What kind of kink?”

“Spanking. Multiple partners. Bondage.” Molly sent him a sideways glance. “I’ve wanted to ask Amery about the rope stuff she and Ronin do, but I always chicken out.”

Deacon choked on his drink. “Jesus, Molly. Warn a guy first.”

“So what do you know about that?”

“It’s not my place to say. So if you wanna know more, ask Amery.”

“Fine.” She swiped her finger across the screen and the text reappeared.

She’d finished maybe a page when Deacon spoke again.

“Why do you like erotic books?”

“The level of intensity between the hero and heroine always seems . . . higher. They express themselves to each other through sex.”

“What else?”

Pushy much? “Never mind.”

“Oh, no, darlin’. You don’t get to admit you like them kinda books and then act pissy because I wanna know why you like them.”

“Because they make me hot, okay? The only place I’ll ever get to experience that kinkier stuff is through the pages of a book.” Embarrassed by that admission, she directed her attention out the window.

Deacon’s hand landed on the back of her head. “Look at me.”

She shook her head.

“Please.”

“No. Keep your damn eyes on the road, Deacon.”

He slowed down and pulled onto the shoulder. After putting the car in park, he curled his hand below her jaw and turned her head, forcing her to meet his gaze.

He’d shoved his sunglasses on top of his head, and those icy eyes were scary as hell.

“Understand this. I’m not making fun of you for what you’re reading.”

“You’re not?”

“No.” He gave her a look she couldn’t decipher.

“Then what?”

“Read it to me.”

When her jaw fell open in shock, he took advantage and kissed her. A sweet, coaxing kiss, with teasing flicks of his tongue and the hot and sexy glide of his wet lips across hers.

Against her mouth, he murmured, “I wanna hear what gets you hot.”

That caused her belly to swoop. “You’re serious. You want me to read to you.”

“Yeah, babe, I do.” Another soft brush of his lips across hers. “And not just the dirty parts. But you could mark the kinky spots and we could try them out later.”

Molly laughed.

He settled himself in his seat again and put the car in motion.

Since Molly was halfway through her current book, she picked an erotic contemporary she hadn’t started yet. “You ready?”

“Yeah. What’s the title?”

“Teacher’s Pet by Cherry Starr.” She flipped her e-reader around. “The cool thing? Hardwick Designs did the exclusive book cover.”

Deacon squinted at it. “Whoa. Is that chick wearing a . . . collar?”

“Yes. It was fun watching Amery direct this couple as she maneuvered them around.”

“Now I really wanna hear you read this.”

Molly jumped right in. She didn’t attempt to lower her voice to portray the male character or force an accent for the foreign characters. This was one of the first times she appreciated the slow buildup to the first sex scene.

Every once in a while she’d glance over at Deacon at a funny part and it gave her a feeling of relief to see his lips curled into a smile.

When she reached the scene where the heroine sees the hero naked for the first time, she started to skim it to gauge the level of heat.

Deacon’s hand squeezed her knee. “No fair reading ahead.”

“I’m not. I just . . .” Don’t know how I’ll get through this, and it’s not even a full-blown sex scene.

“You’re blushing, which means it’s gotta be good. Read,” he commanded.

Molly sipped her water and cleared her throat.

I shouldn’t have walked into his bedroom without knocking. I know that now. But in my own defense, I was thinking of ten other things. I had my hand on the door handle and stepped into the room before the words knock-knock occurred to me.

Colin had his broad back to me. His muscles stretched and rippled with every movement of his arm. I saw droplets of water glistening across his shoulders and, oh, how I thirsted.

I clenched my hands into fists and let my eyes wander down his spine. The golden hue of his skin ended abruptly at his waistline, making his pale buttocks stand out even more. I bit back a moan at seeing the firm, round globes. I’d had my hands in the pockets of his jeans, so I’d felt the masculine curve and hardness once before. My fingers clenched and released, as if they had a mind of their own—a mind to grab a handful of that tight white ass and hold on.

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