Page 59 of The Front Runner
Good god.I don’t think I’ve ever hooked up with someone so talkative. Maybe that’s why every hook up so far has sucked. Maybe that’s why I’m soaked.
“I don’t think I’veeverbeen this wet foranyone,” I whisper back.
One side of Stefan’s mouth tips up seductively as his thumb slides over to spread me open. He liked that answer.
Part of me wants to crumble because no one has ever looked at me like Stefan. So closely. But the other part of me wants to open my legs wider and give him all the access he wants. He doesn’t give me time to think about it. His head tips down and two fingers glide inside me.
“Fuck.” My voice doesn’t even sound like my own.
With Stefan’s lips on me, I feel like a completely different woman. I feel like the woman I pretend to be, free of nerves and shyness. With his hands on me, I come alive, like I’m soaking up every spark that sizzles between us.
And right now, riding his fingers while he tortures me with his tongue, there is no shortage of sparks.
A familiar tugging sensation takes root at the base of my spine, and my legs shake. His fingers slide in and out of me rhythmically as his tongue works circles around my clit.
“Stefan,” I whisper. “Stefan… I’m going to—”
He looks up at me abruptly and presses his thumb down over the bundle of nerves where his tongue had been. “Come for me, Mira.”
One quick circle with his thumb and I’m gone. All the tension between us snaps as my orgasm overtakes me in a wave that crashes over my body. Stefan watches me. His fingers continue to torture me, but his eyes scour my face, my body, my every movement.
It’s unsettling the way he’s looking at me with so much pleasure. Like my climax was just as enjoyable for him as it was for me.
Shyness overtakes me, and I throw one arm over my face. My other arm hangs limp beside me, my dress still twisted between my fingers. “Stop staring at me!” I half laugh. I sound out of breath.
“I can’t,” he growls. Butterflies swarm my stomach as he leans forward and presses a soft kiss to my aching core, sending aftershocks through my body.
This man is going to be the death of me.
His fingers soften on my thigh and stroke soothingly before he removes it from his shoulder and leans away. His hand closes around my fisted one, softly, loosening my grip so the fabric falls back over my bare thighs and ripped panties.
“You owe me a pair of panties.”
“I’ll buy you an entire shipping container of them if it means I get to keep ripping them off of you.”
I roll my eyes and laugh. The nerves, the tension, it all leaves me in a girlish giggle. A sound I’m almost certain I’ve never made. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?” He smooths the silk back down over my thighs and straightens my dress from where he still kneels before me.
“I mean, I guess I see what all the fuss is about now.”
He rises, towering over me like usual, looking concerned. “Have you never had a man do that for you?”
My lips roll together, and my cheeks heat. He just put his mouth on the most personal part of my body, and I can barely look him in the eye or talk about sex like a normal adult. “No. No, I have. It was always justokay. Awkward. Even sex. You know? Not a lot of it. Here and there. I tried hard to love it. But it just always felt okay. Mechanical maybe. Just not that exciting. Kind of boring.”
Fuck, I’m totally doing an awkward ramble. He killed my brain cells like I knew he would.
His serious face slowly morphs into a cocky, panty-melting smile, and my words die in my throat as my eyes go wide. He looks almost predatory with that grin on his face. He leans in and kisses me slowly, softly, expertly. And I melt into him. I can taste myself on his lips, and it wakes something primal in me. When he pulls away, I try to move closer for more, but he chuckles and presses his lips to the shell of my ear.
“Boring? Dr. Thorne, haven’t you learned by now that I love a challenge?”
No, it has definitely never been like this before.
“Let’s get out of here.” I grab his hand and tug him toward the emergency exit.
“What? You don’t feel like networking out there?” His voice is thick with amusement and something more seductive.
“Do you?”
