Page 12 of Buy Me, Love
“I haven’t been able to tell what you’re thinking all night, darling, but I do know things aboutyou.”
“Like what,” she whispers, her fingers tracing the buttons on my shirt. Her eyes stay onmine.
“You were lying when you said this was your first date,” I tell her, “and I don’t like being lied to. Now why would you go and make me feel special when I’m not special atall?”
Her pupils blow and she bites her lower lip, pushes herselfforward.
“You are special,” she breaths, “and this is my first date. And you made itperfect.”
I graze my hands down her legs and give her thighs a squeeze. I look down between us, at the silk covering her. My god, I want to lick every part of her body that’s covered up with that wetsilk.
“Don’t lie,” I warn her, slipping a finger under her chin, “you’re an easytell.”
“I’ve never been called easy before, Mr. Armstrong, but I could prove you wrong,” she breathes. Her fingers rake up from my shirt to my neck, and I swear there’s a nervous twitch to her movements. I can clear that all rightup.
“If you want me to think you aren’t easy, then you tell me to stop when you’re good and ready.” My voice comes out as a low rumble that I can see in her eyes when I pull her ass toward me, tilt my hips up, and capture her lips withmine.
I get a better taste of her this time, and I was right. She tastes soft, nice, and pink, with a thread of excitement running through her that I don’t quite understand. Her hips rock up and down in my lap as she whimpers into my mouth as I deepen the kiss. I reach inside her mouth to lick up all of her sweet young pinkness, and I groan when I take a slow swipe at the elastic of her silk panties with onefinger.
“Ohhh, yes.” She lights up like a tiny bulb on a string so I take my finger away because I want to make her beg for what she wants. I think she’ll look extra pretty soaking through her panties while she begs me to takeher.
“I didn’t think I could give you want you want tonight, but now I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop,” I whisper against her ear. The words come from a deep well I’ve never tappedbefore.
“What do you think I want?” She shudders against my chest. Grazing my fingertips up and down her thighs, I feel her melt by the second like sweet ice cream. Her head stays locked into the crook of my shoulder and I nip and nuzzle along the sweet skin of herneck.
“I think you like testing me, but I think deep down you know you want to be my one and only badgirl.”
“One and only, huh?” She breathes in the air between us. “To be your one andonlywould mean this reallyismy first date, wouldn’tit?”
“I can pretend I’m the only man that’s had you, but I think I might die from happiness as a result,” I tell her. “And I might have to pretend you’ll never look at another man again,too.”
“I’m fairly certain I would be able to manage that, Mr.Armstrong.”
I stiffen between us and feel a dime of come dribble out of me. It’s all I can do to not throw her down on this bed and slice right through her sexy littlebody.
“Why do you keep calling me that when I’ve told you notto?”
“Maybe I like testing you.” She grasps my tie and glides her fingers down it again. I can feel it in my spine. I’m hard beneath her splayed legs and my brain is firing off a series of warning signs. Warning signs that I’ll scare her right the hell away when she sees what I have planned forher.
She knows telling me this is her first date is causing a unique kind of torture inside me. And if she’s openly defying me in favor of testing my patience, if she knows calling me Mr. Armstrong is making me lose my mind, then I can say with almost goddamn one-hundred percent certainty that she is not as innocent and sweet as she claims tobe.
“You can push me all you want, but you should know you’re fixing for a punishment. If you think you’re going to make me lose control over myself, you have another thingcoming.”
“Punishment?” Her blue eyes sparkle. Her voice comes out in a tiny, whispered whine. “What kind ofpunishment?”
Her fingers knot up in the fabric of my shirt as I bring my lips to herear.
“Punishment for thinking you can pretend that sweet pussy isn’tmine,” I rasp, making her chest tremble. I pull her shirt over her head, leaving her in just her thong, legs spread wide on my lap. Her breasts are soft, round, and the most magnificent things I’ve ever seen. I take both in my hands, making one soft, long stroke up one with mytongue.
“Oh god Maxwell,” she whines, her chin tipping up as her fingers tangle in myhair.
I press my lips to hers and tilt my neck so I can taste her lips again, play, experiment with her soft little mouth while I pinch and twist her buds softly. Her hips roll forward and I feel her hands grazing down my stomach to the edge of my pants. Her fingers curl against the waist and she presses her breasts up against my chest, forcing my hands to goelsewhere.
“You aremine.”I growl against her lips and grab her hips roughly, dragging her body up and down mythickness.
“Yours?” she pants against mylips.
“It mean that if I have you, Iownyou. You want me to show you what that means, don’t you, girl? I didn’t want it this way, but now I can’t help it. And once I have you, you’re mine. Mine, you got it? But I need to tell you somethingfirst.”
