Page 21 of Ready to Snap
“Three,” I groan, even if I’m enjoying the book. I fully anticipate Elle is never going to let me live this down.
She takes a few steps closer. “And have you learned anything from thispuckingbook?”
“Maybe,” I admit, drawing my lips into my mouth to smother my smile. She’s letting her guard down slowly, but I am so fucking here for it.
“And what have you learned?” she purrs.
“Why don’t you come over here and find out for yourself?”
Just when I think I’ve taken it too far, Elle climbs into my lap, straddling me. I’ve had my share of women in this exact position, but for the first time in my life, I’m like a fuckin’ virgin with a beautiful woman I don’t know what the fuck to do with. This isn’t about getting off. She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever known, and even if there’s no way in hell I deserve her, I want her all the same.
But that won’t stop me from keeping her after tonight.
Sliding my palms up her thighs, her dress rides up, and I rest my hands on her hips, waiting for the green light to take things further. “You said if you’d known it was me, you wouldn't have shown up for dinner. Do you regret it?”
“No,” she admits carefully. “I’m glad it was you.” Leaning in, she whispers beside my ear, “I was worried about moaning ‘Bill’ in bed. It’s not the sexiest name in the world.”
“It really isn’t.” I grip her ass and pull her closer, making her breath hitch. “Too bad you insisted we aren’t sleeping together tonight. I could have you screaming my name instead.”
Elle rolls her hips, grinding against my now painfully hard cock. I hiss, but she swallows the sound with her mouth onmine—and fuck, she tastes like sin and salvation wrapped up in one perfect little package.
“Have you changed your mind, gorgeous?” I murmur against her lips. “Are you wet thinking about me filling you?” She nods and fumbles with the zipper at the middle of her back. I reach to help her tug it down, but leave her dress on. Her kisses are rushed as she rocks against me, and I need to slow this down or I’ll risk?—
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
As she nips at my bottom lip, a delicious moan escapes her. I’m a fucking goner. My cock swells, desperate to escape my pants and slip inside her. It’s too late and I’m unable to stop the inevitable.
She freezes, then pulls back. “Did you just…”
“I, uh… yeah. Fuck, this is embarrassing,” I groan. “I swear this never happens, but I’ve been hard since the moment I saw you at the restaurant.” She wiggles on my lap with a teasing smile. “You think that’s funny?” I stand, wrapping her legs around my waist, then set her down on the couch. “Let’s see how funny you think it is after you’ve made a mess.” Dropping to my knees, I spread her legs wide, taking my time to lift her dress one inch at a time.
“What are you doing?” she breathes. Her black thong is soaked—I’m going to have entirely too much fun with her. I don’t reply, just slip the damp fabric down her legs and toss it aside. My eyes never leave hers as I kiss up her thighs until my lips are on her clit. “Oh, fuck, you’re not going to?—”
I slide my tongue into her tight pussy and slowly drag it out, flicking her clit. She pointlessly attempts to grip the couch, but the material doesn’t budge. Her head hangs back as hersweet moans fill the library. “Eyes on me, gorgeous. You don’t get to pretend it’s anyone other than me doing this to you.” As her eyes find mine again, she bites her lip and nods. “That’s my good girl.” I return to teasing her, pressing two fingers inside her slick cunt, curling right where she needs me. Her head lolls back again and I tsk. “What did I say? Do that again, and I won’t let you come.”
“F-fine. I’ll just do it myself.”
To be fair, I should have seen that coming. As much as I want to watch her fall apart, it could be overstimulating for her. I keep my fingers deep, but pull back and kiss the inside of her thigh. “You fuck yourself thinking about me, don’t you?”
Elle’s breathing slows before she finally replies, “Yes.”
“Close your eyes and tell me what you think about.”
“I’m not telling you. You’ll make fun of me.
“I promise I won’t.”
With a deep sigh, she explains, “It’s more of a recurring fantasy. The locker room is quiet, and I’m searching for you. You’re showering, and I walk in on you by accident. You say something cocky—‘Like what you see?’”
“That’s not what I sound like!” I nip at her thigh, making her gasp.
“What? I’m not an actor. Anyway, you drag me into the shower and you drop to your knees.”
I swirl my tongue once around her clit. “Like this?”
Elle swallows thickly and lets out a shaky breath. “Yeah.”
