Page 4 of King of Deception

“I…” I lick my lips again as he watches the path of my tongue, his dark brown eyes growing ever darker. “I can’t have sex with you.”

One of his brows quirks up. Does he know it’s because I have another guy? The ring is right there…. I bet he hasn’t guessed that it’s because I’ve never done this. And I don’t just mean the one-night stand.

I’ve never done any of it. I’ve never had sex before.

“All right then. What about kissing?” he asks his voice dropping low, with the kind of heat that has me getting even wetter.

“Yes,” I gasp a moment before he leans in, taking my mouth in a much firmer and deliberate press of his lips.

“How about here?” And then he bends a bit to place his lips on the fluttering pulse of my neck.

“Yes.”

“Here?” he asks, planting another full-mouthed kiss in the middle of my chest.

My head tips back. “Yes.”

His hands come to the back of my dress, still open from when I unzipped it. I’m not really big-chested, but I’m not small either. A solid C-cup with breasts that are high and perky so I can go without a bra if the dress is right.

Which I did tonight.

The fabric of my cotton eyelet dress brushes down my shoulders and pools around my waist as he drops lower, his lips hovering just over one of my nipples. I can feel his warm breath on the sensitive skin, the proximity of his lips already making my nipple pucker. “Here?”

My head tips further back as I arch my chest up.

“Yes.”

He sucks one nipple between his lips, his tongue swirling over the pebbled skin and I cry out, burying my hands in his hair. I’ve never been the most sexual person. It honestly scared me. Until tonight.

Because with him…

It’s like he flipped some switch.

But he isn’t done, not even close. He moves to the other breast, giving it equal attention before he slides lower. “Here?”

“Yes.”

He licks at the skin of my stomach, tonguing my belly button before he tugs the dress lower, until it clears my hips and drops to the floor.

I’m only in my thong and I might be embarrassed, but he stops his mouth an inch from the V between my legs. “Here?”

Even the idea of him kissing me where I ache has me sighing out a moan. “Yes.” The way I say it, I might as well be begging.

If he stopped now, I’m pretty sure I would.

CHAPTER TWO

Arabella

Fortunately for me,Gris doesn’t stop. He tips forward the slightest bit and plants a kiss right on my sensitive clit, still covered in my thong as another moan falls from my lips.

His tongue slides over the fabric and I hold onto his hair the way a cowgirl might hold the mane of a horse.

The strands are still damp from his shower, his cologne and natural woodsy scent filling my nostrils as I try to keep from whimpering out my begging pleas.

Hooking one of my legs over his shoulder, he places another kiss right where I need it most and then sucks on my clit.

It’s like liquid fire shoots through me.

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