Page 73 of What Is Love
His hand left my underwear and he cupped the side of my face. “There’s nothing wrong. Why are you apologizing?”
“I don’t want you to be upset.”
His brow furrowed. “I’m not upset. I’m a little confused why you would think I am.”
I tried to look away, but his fingers went under my chin and made me look at him.
“It wouldn’t matter if I was upset.” His eyes held mine, showing me that he was serious. “If you’re ever uncomfortable, you need to tell me. I don’t ever want you to feel that way with me.”
I nodded.
“Do you want to keep going?” he asked.
I nodded again.
“I’m gonna need you to say it, Lottie.”
I touched the tiny hole near the corner of his bottom lip with the tip of my finger. Then trailed it along his cheek to his ear. I fiddled with his black stud piercing there. He waited patiently as I touched him. There was comfort in knowing he’d continue to wait until I was ready. He wanted what I wanted. Finally I said, “Keep going.”
His hand dropped from my face as he moved down to kneel between my legs again. “How do you want me to take off your panties, Lottie?”
I exhaled slowly after taking in a calming breath.
Fuck you, Clay.
He’d taken yesterday. He and Mother may try to take tomorrow or many days after. But I wouldn’t let them have right now. No one could have it but me.
“Slowly,” I said.
He reached under my skirt and hooked his tattooed fingers into the sides of my underwear. “Lift your hips.”
With my feet flat on the bed, I pushed up and he tugged them down, exposing my wet center to the cool air. Roe did exactly as I asked and slowly slid my pink silk panties down my thighs, over my sock-covered knees. He had to scoot back to slowly bring them down the rest of the way. Once he reached my ankles, I propped myself up on my elbows, even the hurt one, to watch as he pulled each of my feet free.
He dangled my pink panties from his fingers. “I’m very tempted to keep these.”
I glanced at the small, soaked scrap of silk, feeling a little bit embarrassed. “Why would you want to do that?”
“Because they’ve been between your legs.”
“Would they be your trophy?” I asked.
He shook his head. “I haven’t gotten to the prize yet.” His stormy blue eyes traveled between my legs. “But I can see it.”
With the way he stared at me, I didn’t care about my panties anymore. I just wanted him to touch me. Being exposed to him and aching was almost too much. I had the urge to squeeze my legs shut to help ease the needy throbbing. Instead, I tilted my knees outward a little wider. “You’re late for your interview, Mr. Walker.”
The corner of his mouth lifted as he tucked my panties into his pants pocket. “I’m sorry to make you wait, Ms. Kendry.”
Unable to put weight on my elbow any longer, I lay back down. “I’ll have to mark it against you.”
His hands went to my knees. “My skill set will make you overlook that.”
“Are you sure?” I couldn’t stop the smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. “To be my assistant, there’s a specific…requirement.”
He chuckled just before kissing my inner thigh. “I’ll make you come, Lottie. Don’t you worry.”
His hands spread me open even wider just before I felt his lips place a kiss right on top of my clit. Then I felt his tongue. He found where I was dripping from anticipation and licked from there up.
My breath hitched at the intense sensation. I had never done this before. The one time I’d had sex, there had been very little foreplay involved.
