Page 41 of Brutal King

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured through the kiss. His hands busied themselves with the removal of my jacket and then the unbuttoning of my blouse.

I felt strange, wanting more yet uncertain of what was to come.

He opened my blouse and pulled away from the kiss to gaze down upon my modest breasts cupped in my pale pink bra.

“The more I see of you, the lovelier you are.” He pulled off my blouse, then concentrated on removing my bra. With my bare breasts beckoning him, he let out a satisfied sigh.

My breasts had never been so eager for a touch, so eager for strong hands to knead them, pinch them, caress them.

To my surprise he did none of that. Instead, he lowered his head, took a nipple into his mouth and gently licked and sucked until I thought I would fall at his feet. He abandoned that nipple and turn to concentrate on the other.

“Oh, my God,” I let out through heaving breaths.

When I thought I could take no more and still remain standing, he turned me around and pressed me against the cool glass of the large window. He unclasped the top of my pants, then worked his hand down into the heated moisture that was primed and eager for his touch.

And when the touch came, when he reached the precious little nub of pleasure, an unrecognizable groan slipped out of my mouth.

Was that me?

It came again and again; a groan from every stroke of his thumb. My legs turned to jelly as every nerve ending in my body, as every blood cell and every breath was concentrated in that one tiny but oh so powerful little nub.

“Oh, my God,” I let out as my eyes popped open and I was flooded with a euphoria. “Oh, my God! Oh. Oh. Oh! My God!”

My fists clenched and sought something to hold onto while my forehead pressed against the cool glass. Trent, his body pressed against my, held me up while his mouth warmed my shoulder and neck.

“What did you...?” I whispered hoarsely. “What did you just...?” I leaned my head back into his chest. “What did you just do? What did you do to me?”

“I just wanted to please you,” he said. “You’ve done such a great job in just one day, and I wanted you to relax.”

“Relax isn’t quite the word that came to my mind,” I said with a giggle.

He pulled away and I peeled my breasts off the cool glass.

“Believe me,” he said, his gaze dipping to my breasts as I slipped my delicate bra back on. “I would like nothing more than to continue, to kiss you everywhere, lick you, caress you. But I think this is enough for now.”

My God, I thought. If he could make me feel so exquisitely good with just one finger, what would he do to me with his entire body?

“It’s late,” he finally said. “I’d better drive you back to campus.”

Buttoning my blouse, I nodded, then shrugged on my jacket.

He snickered. “Better get you back there before your boss, Kobe, flips out.”

I laughed. “He can flip out all he likes.”

Chapter 12

Kobe

I SHOVED ASIDE ALL thoughts of Kat and Trent, or so I thought.

Kat and Trent... shit! No matter how I tried to shove the thought of them aside, Kat’s face as she smiled at that twit came back. For the first time in a long time, I’d had horrible nightmares... Kat in Trent’s arms, his body pressed against hers, his lips devouring her.

Shit!Shit!Shit!

Perturbed by the whole thing, I woke up early Sunday morning, took a quick and cool shower, shaved and got dressed. Marching to Kat’s dorm, I was determined to ignore the woman that she’d become. She was my project partner... that was all.

That was all.

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