Page 48 of I Could Be Yours

He pulls back. For a moment I’m terrified of whathe’s going to say. He drags a single finger from my temple to my chin, so wildly tender. “Is that what you want this to be?”

I nod, relieved, and run my fingers through his thick hair. “We can have an orgasm competition.”

His grin turns salacious. “Oh, sweetness, this is one wager I’d put money on.” He folds back on his knees and hooks his fingers into my pink lace and satin panties. “I love these, by the way. They are perfectly you.”

That small compliment tugs at soft places inside me. “Thanks.”

I lift my hips, and he drags them down my legs, tossing them over the edge of the bed. He quickly rids himself of his pants, and then his hands find the backs of my knees. He spreads me wide, his dark gaze locked on the glittering jewel piercing my clit. He runs his hands up the inside of my thighs, utterly transfixed as he brushes his thumb over the piercing.

I groan and swivel my hips.

“That’s a sound I want on repeat.” He leans in and bites the sensitive flesh on the inside of my knee, sucking softly. And then he kisses a path along my inner thigh. Warm lips. Soft tongue. Sharp nip of teeth. When he reaches the juncture, he frames my pussy with his palms, looks me in the eye, and flicks my hood piercing with his tongue.

I jolt. “Ah, fuck.”

“Too much?”

“Unexpected,” I clarify.

This time he laps gently at me, and I sigh.

“Better?”

“Yeah, better.” I nod.

He does it again, but the third time he covers the piercing with his mouth and sucks, tenderly, sweetly, like he’s testing me, learning what I like. “You taste so fucking good.”

He licks me again, and then sucks the piercing until I moan his name.

“You like that?”

I stroke his cheek. “I like that.”

He smiles and does it again, gauging my reaction, adjusting with every sigh and whimper and moan. It’s exactly what I’d expect from Nate. Of course he’s a determined, conscientious lover. Of course he wants to know what I like, because he’s on a quest to make me come, and if there is one thing Nate doesn’t do, it’s fail.

Except at love. So he doesn’t even try.

I drag myself back into the moment. He swirls his tongue, and my moan smooths the line between his eyes. I can’t look away. He’s too beautiful, too intense, too perfect. And when he shifts to ease a single finger inside and stroke me with the same rhythm as his tongue, I’m done for. I come in waves, body humming with a torrent of sensation. I’m drenched in desire, swirling in bliss. He doesn’t stop, but he slows, gentles. I float like a feather back to earth before he takes me to the edge again and pushes me over. Three times I come, each one more intense than the last.

I’m boneless and mindless by the time he pushes his boxers over his hips and kisses his way back up my body. He presses his lips softly to my cheek, body hovering above mine, eyes hot with need. “Can I kiss you?”

I nod, and he cups my face in his palms and claims my mouth. I grip his hair tightly, but he pulls back, dark eyes alight with curiosity as his bottom lip slides through his teeth. “Do you like the way you taste on my tongue?”

“I don’tnotlike it,” I hedge.

“I love the way you taste. I’d eat you for hours if I wasn’t worried about licking you raw,” he declares.

I laugh, and he smiles, and suddenly his erection slides across my slick skin and we both make needy, desperate sounds.

He strokes my cheek. “I want to be inside you. Can I be inside you? It’s okay if it’s not…if you’re not ready for…that. For me.”

There’s such vulnerability lurking under that dark-cloudfaçade. I feel like I’m seeing a very different version of this man, one I want more of. I’m so used to staying, even when I shouldn’t, but I can give him connection without letting him take my heart.

I sweep my finger along the edge of his jaw. “I would like you to fuck me, please, Nathan.”

He blinks down at me, and his cock kicks. “I’ll get a condom.”

“Okay.”

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