Page 61 of Unforgettable
His tongue dipped into my ear as he continued to make sure I felt every hard inch of him. “Are you a betting woman, Heaven?”
“I know how to play poker.”
He chuckled as he guided my hand until it was seated on his crotch. “Remember how this felt in your hand that night? Well, imagine how it would feel inside you.”
I whimpered as I squeezed his erection.
“I will break you,” he said as sure as my eyes were droopy with lust.
He would break me in more ways than one. “Stop your bullshit talking and bragging and do something. Or else I’m walking out of here.” Or rather stumbling out because my legs were weak and shaky.
He belted out a laugh. “I’m afraid your old man wouldn’t like that.”
Screw the bastard.
“Do you really want to ruin the moment by bringing my father into this room filled with so much heat between us?”
He flattened his palms against my cheeks, looked me in the eye, and studied me.
I was tempted to fire the first kiss or unbuckle his belt. But I wanted him to make the first move. I’d given him all the signs. Not that I was shy, but if he wanted me, then he needed to show me.
But when he brushed his lips over mine, I lost all thought, and my hands started unbuckling his jeans.
Screw foreplay.
If he didn’t get inside me right that instant, I would climax standing there.
That one move was all he needed to rip off my clothes. The good news was that I didn’t have much to rip off.
When I was completely naked, he edged back, or maybe stumbled, and his mouth hung open.
The light on his nightstand cast a glow, showing a primitive wildness in his eyes as he drank me in. “No panties? Fuck me.” He grabbed his dick.
I pouted. I wanted to be his hand. But if he could play, so could I. I pinched my nipples, not taking my eyes off him.
He watched in lustful fascination, sucking in his bottom lip.
Then I let one of my hands travel down my stomach, slow and sure, keeping my gaze on his.
His breathing increased as he continued to squeeze his dick.
I opened my legs slightly and dipped my fingers into a place I wanted his mouth and tongue.
A look of pain so blissful washed over him. “Play with yourself.” His tone was strained and raspy.
So I did, my eyes rolling back in my head as I continued to roll my nipple between my fingers and circle my clit with the other hand. At any second, I would be diving off that cliff, but I didn’t want to come yet. I wanted to play with him, not myself.
I removed my hand before I caved. “Your turn.”
A grin emerged as he unzipped his pants. “Come here.”
I closed the short distance between us.
He tore off his shirt, showing off dips and valleys and that happy trail.
Oh my!
I inhaled a huge breath as I planted my hands on his abs, ready to explore.
