Page 47 of Playing With Danger

The heat that had been concentrated on my face rapidly spread down my body until it felt like my toes were on fire.

He looked like he was now waiting for the explanation he said he didn’t need. Though in all fairness that was when he thought I’d stopped the festivities for other reasons. And Valentine, being a good guy, had stopped immediately without question.

Now not so much.

Sweet Dolly P, I was such an idiot.

“As you know, I don’t have a man and I wasn’t planning on being here.” My mouth was speaking words but my brain was praying for a meteorite to hit Valentine’s house. “Here being in your bed with your hand getting ready to go into my panties.”

“Yeah, baby, my hand’s going down your panties.” He smiled his confirmation. “And?”

Well, that was going to be embarrassing.

“And since I didn’t know I was going to be here in your bed I didn’t shave or…trim up.”

Good God, that smile turned wicked.

His fingers skimmed the skin above my panties. His other hand regained purchase on my breast and his thumb swept over my nipple. Both movements were slow and gentle but heady, nonetheless. My clit throbbed, uncaring I was in the middle of a horrifying situation.

“Are we talking full 1980’s bush?”

“No.” I meant to sound haughty but my answer came out breathy. “What’s 1980’s bush?”

“Don’t worry, baby. I can find my way through the jungle.”

Ugh.

“Valentine,” I snapped.

Another smile, this one amused.

“Here’s a tidbit of information for you; men don’t care.”

I didn’t think that was true.

“Correction. I don’t know what other men like but I don’t care.”

His thumb grazed over my nipple again and I was beginning not to care.

“You’ll care when you’re spitting out pubes.”

Ohmigod, did I say that out loud?

Yes. Yes, I did. I was blaming Valentine’s hand on my breast, and his earlier kisses, and what his tongue had done to my nipples for my fuzzy brain and big mouth.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got a water pick.”

I wanted to laugh and I would’ve if I hadn’t been so mortified. Not that I would’ve had the chance because he was up on his knees, dragging my panties down my legs, tossing them aside, then Valentine was on his stomach between my legs. Before I could catch my breath his hands went to my ass and yanked me to his mouth.

My back bowed off the bed and my mind blanked out everything except his mouth sucking my clit deep. And when he added a thick finger I was lost to him.

“Spread wider.” His demand vibrated against my clit and that, too, brought me closer to climax.

I spread as wide as I could. Valentine went in and ate.

He didn’t nibble.

He devoured.

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