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“No.”
“Do you really want to play this game again?” He has the audacity to sound annoyed.
“You said nothing bad was going to happen tonight,” I remind him.
“And it won’t. I promise.”
I just wish I could believe him.
Chapter 19
Kellen
The keys rattleas she unlocks the door with a trembling hand. I can feel the fear radiating off her and I wish I could just make her believe me for once. I know that’s a big ask; it’s not like I’ve done anything to gain her trust. Still, I want to make it happen. I don’t want her to be scared of me. I want her to crave my touch as much as I crave hers.
She finally gets the lock to click open, and we walk inside the house. It’s quiet, and all the lights are shut off. I close the front door quietly before following Tamson to her room. Once we’re inside, she turns on the bedside lamp, then spins around to face me. Her watchful eyes find mine, and I can clearly see worry swirling around her baby blues.
I take a step towards her, and her shoulders tense up. She lowers her gaze, finding some spot on the old worn carpet to look at. Her chest rises and falls in quick successions as I eat up the distance between us.
As soon as I’m close enough, I lift my hand to cradle her face. Her skin is soft and warm in my palm. I swipe my thumb acrossher cheek gently. She closes her eyes and sucks in a shaky breath.
“I won’t hurt you,” I promise, hoping it will calm her down a little.
“I don’t believe you,” she says quietly.
Of course she doesn’t.
“I have no reason to lie to you,” I counter.
“You have no reason to tell the truth, either.”
I sigh, giving up on convincing her. I’m just going to have to show her. Tonight is all about making her feel good.
Dropping my hand from her face, I reach for the hem of her shirt and pull it up slowly. She hesitates but ends up lifting her arms for me. I drop the shirt to the floor and reach around Tamson to unhook her bra. I slide the straps off her shoulders and let it fall down her slender body.
Goosebumps pebble across her arms as I run my fingers over her skin.
“Go lie on the bed,” I tell her.
She glances over to her bed, frowning. Her internal struggle is written all over her face. She decides not to fight me on this, takes her shoes off, and walks over to climb onto her mattress. Getting on her back, she lies down in the center of the bed.
I slip out of my shoes and join her. Kneeling next to her, I unbutton and unzip her shorts before I dip into her waistband and pull them down her legs. Her panties are next.
Once she is completely naked, I take a moment to just appreciate her beauty. She is perfect, every smooth inch of her skin flawless. Her breasts are just the right size, her taut nipples begging to be sucked on.
When I’m able to draw my attention away from her tits, I look at her face again. Her watchful eyes are on me, an array of emotions swimming in their depths.
Without breaking eye contact, I climb on top of her. Wedging my knee between her legs, I force her to make room for me. She spreads her thighs, and I settle between them.
I’m still fully clothed, wishing there was no fabric between us as I cover her body with mine. Putting most of my weight in my elbows, I hover over her, my face inches from hers.
Leaning in, I press my lips to her forehead. Then I trail soft kisses down her temple, cheek, and neck. I move to her shoulder, over her collarbone, until I make it to the swell of her breast. My cock strains against my zipper as I close my lips around her rosy nipple and suck slightly. The bud stiffens against my tongue.
When I’m done playing with one side, I make my way to the other, giving that nipple equal attention. While I swirl my tongue over her stiff peak, I glance up at her face.
Her eyes are closed now, her lips tightly pressed together. Her brows furrow in a pinched look, like she is trying her hardest not to enjoy this.
I let go of her nipple and continue to trail kisses down her body. I move over her flat stomach, around her belly button, and over to her hip.
