Page 21 of Tiago

“I’m going to be a virgin forever.”I groan.

“Not forever.I’ll wear you down quickly.”Another grin before he turns me around and pats my ass.“Now, go sit on the bed like a good girl while I get dressed.Like you, I went into the bathroom without clean clothes.”

“Don’t get dressed on my account.”I turn back around and walk backward toward the bed.I want to watch his every move while he shuffles to the chest of drawers and opens the top one.He grabs briefs and a T-shirt before heading for the closet to snag a pair of jeans off a hanger.

The infuriating man waggles his brows at me on the way by.His erection is so prominent that I’m surprised it hasn’t knocked the towel off his hips.I should have yanked the towel away when I had the chance, but part of me is afraid to see how large that thing is.I’d probably have nightmares worrying about it fitting inside me.

He doesn’t take long in the bathroom, and then he stalks toward me.This time, his long hair is still damp but combed.He surprises me when he sets a hand between my breasts and gives a shove so I fall onto my back.

I giggle, but my laughter stops quickly when he grabs my ankles, tugs me to the edge of the bed, and then parts my legs with his huge hands on my inner thighs.

I start panting.I’ve never felt more vulnerable or aroused in my life.“Did you change your mind?”

“No, but I intend to change yours.”He presses my thighs so wide that my knees touch the bed, and then he holds me splayed open like this while he lowers his face to my inner knee and kisses a path to my pussy.

I nearly fly off the bed when he drags his nose along the edge of my panties right next to my sex.He’s right about these shorts.They hide nothing.Especially not if he’s going to part my legs so obscenely.He has full access to my pussy.He could easily reach under the edge of both my shorts and panties and finger me.

I cry out and grab the top of his head when his tongue teases the elastic where his nose had been.I thread my fingers in his hair.“Tiago…” My voice is breathy.

Suddenly, he abandons my pussy to nose my shirt up and kiss my stomach.He teases my belly button with his tongue.

“You’re right…” I whisper.

He lifts his head, eyes wide with surprise.“You’ll marry me?”

I shake my head.“No, you’re right about older men having the experience to rock my world.You’re already rocking my universe.”

“You don’t have anything to compare it to.Maybe I suck.”He lifts a brow.“I guess I don’t know what base you let Greg get to.”

I wince.“Gross.Not even second.Can we not talk about him?”

“Gladly.”Tiago resumes kissing my exposed stomach before nosing my tank higher so he has more bare skin to kiss.

I’m writhing and he’s not even touching me anywhere important.

When he lifts his head again, he releases my thighs to reach for the hem of my shirt, where it’s bunched under my breasts.He looks at me.“May I see more of you, Reagan?”

I nod.

Where did polite, respectful Tiago come from?I guess maybe he was always polite and respectful but with a handful of bossy.

Tiago pushes my tank up and off my body.

I’m breathing so heavily, and I feel like I’m not getting enough oxygen.Nothing in my life compares with watching Tiago stare at my body.I’m still wearing a bra and my shorts and panties, but he looks like he could devour me whole, and I really wish he would.

“Can you come without those vibrators, baby?”

I swallow.“No.”At least, not before today.

He doesn’t respond as he lowers his gaze to my breasts again before leaning over to kiss the bare skin between them.He drags his tongue along the edge of the lace like he did my panties a few minutes ago.

When he reaches under my bra to flick his tongue over my nipple, I cry out and arch my chest.I need more.

I reach for his shirt, wanting to pull it over his head so I can see and feel his chest.He obliges me by reaching over his shoulder with one hand to yank the cotton T-shirt off.He tosses it aside.“That’s all you get, baby.”

“Why do you get more?”I ask.He’s already got more.My nipples are such hard points behind my bra that he’s getting an eyeful without direct contact.

“Because I’m the boss.”

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