“My name would be enough, Dago.”
He met her eyes. She didn’t know what he saw in hers, but the satisfaction in his couldn’t be missed.
He rested his hand on her leg. She tensed on reflex but didn’t pull away.
He started stroking her skin with his thumb. “What do you say about somedeeperrelaxation?”
Her throat dried up. A shiver ran through her. The place he touched burned, and this heat seemed to radiate into the rest of her body.
She had a fever. She must have had a fever. Otherwise, she never would have asked…
“What do you want to do?”
He smiled, moving his hand to her ankle and back up to her knee. “The same thing we’ve started recently… but instead of my fingers, I would use my tongue.”
Blood buzzed in her ears. She’d never…
“No man has ever touched you like this?” Dago guessed with nightmarish accuracy.
Lemon drops, she really needed to learn to better control her own reactions…
His smile widened. “I think it would be good for you to practice self-control. Scoot to the edge of the bed and spread your legs. Try not to move or make a sound while I’m touching you.” He stood and grinned at her flushed face. “Ready?”
She nodded. She was embarrassed and self-conscious, but if she didn’t try, she would never know how it felt…
Dago stopped at the end of the sunbed, waiting for her to come closer. When she did, he knelt in front of her and covered her knees with his palms with a gentle but decisive gesture. “It would be more comfortable for you if you lie down,” he said without a trace of irony.
She didn’t understand why the same man who usually annoyed her so much now seemed so trustworthy, but this wasn’t the time for such considerations. She followed her intuition and did as he suggested. She tried not to shiver as he ran his hands along her thighs and brushed his fingers against the hem of her panties.
“Lift your hips,” he said.
She listened and he slid down her underwear. When he spread her legs, she didn’t protest. She focused on the blue sky, the ripple of the water, and the refreshing sea breeze…
Oh-blue-be-rries.
He really was touching her.
With his tongue.
He was licking her…
She twitched, gasping—and instead of the man’s warm breath on her skin, she felt a waft of wind.
Dago straightened and pinned her with a gaze that seemed cold and hot at the same time. “No movements and no sounds, remember?” he said, lowering his voice in such a way that despite his words being a question, they sounded in her ears like a command and a promise intertwined, so that it wasn’t clear where one ended and the other began.
She swallowed. His pupils were round, which meant he wasn’t trying to sway her with his Charm, which meant what she felt were her own genuinely subjective feelings…
He touched her so suddenly that she couldn’t keep herself from moving or letting out a whisper-like moan.
“You think too much,” he said, massaging a sensitive spot between her thighs in a caress that was as pleasant as it was cruel. “Close your eyes and focusonlyon my touch.”
He didn’t wait for her answer. He leaned in and started licking her again…
…and didn’t stop even though her body made more than one movement and her gasp sounded loud even in her ears.
Caramel dream…
Help…