Page 98 of Prove You Wrong

Eyes locked on hers, I shut the cupboard and cover the distance to her in a split second, suppressing an animalistic rumble in my throat. She has no idea what those three little words did to me, what they’re doing now.

As I gather her into my arms, we breathe in each other’s anticipation.

‘You could still have one,’ she murmurs.

‘I’m not thirsty either. I was trying to be a good host.’

‘You’re always veryobliging,’ she assumes a breathy voice. Her face lights with mischief — as if she knows she’s being cheesy — and a gentle blush soon follows. I fucking love her corny chat up lines. Her innocence.

‘Is that so? You want the grand tour?’

‘Only if it starts with your room.’ She quirks up an eyebrow and I can’t stop the growl ripping from my core.

I hoick Ella over my shoulder and haul her, fireman style, into my bedroom as she shrieks and kicks her legs.

She giggles as I toss her onto the mattress and crawl on top of her. Lying beneath me, she feels so right.

‘You’re insatiable aren’t you?’ I go straight to the spot under her ear I know makes her tremble. ‘I invited you over,’ I say, trailing my kisses along her neck, ‘for a wholesome night of snuggling.’ Ipretend to be scandalised. Unbuttoning her shirt, I work my way down. ‘You trying to corrupt me?’ I reach her flies and flick the button open with my thumb. Sliding her jeans to her ankles, she helps kick them off. ‘It’s you who’s thebad girl,isn’t it?’

She flushes with the rosy glow I’ve become obsessed with. A coy smile plays on her face as she tries to look innocent. ‘Me?’

Stripping her down to her silky, black thong, I take my time, wanting to cover every inch of her body with my mouth. Moving slowly, purposefully, I feather my lips from her stomach to her ribs, dropping butterfly kisses along the way.

Pausing at her breasts, I draw a pink, pebbled nipple into my mouth. She groans as I suck tenderly, fisting her fingers into my hair.

‘Mmm, you like that, don’t you?’ I ask as I nip her soft skin, gentle enough not to mark her but hard enough to evoke a gasp.

‘Uh-huh.’ She holds my head in place where she wants me and I glide my tongue along her smooth skin, grazing my teeth, just enough to tease her.

Fuck, she gets me so hard. Desperate to feel her skin against mine, I move away briefly. ‘Hold that thought.’ Pulling my tee-shirt over my head, I toss it on the floor, and shake out of my jeans.

Lying on my hip, I prop myself on my elbow, gently resting my weight down her side and caging her against the bed. My solid length is lying along her thigh, straining to get out of my boxers.

I trace my fingers from the hollow of her collar bone, down the valley of her cleavage, over the soft skin of her stomach, down to where I can feel her heat, her need, radiating through the satin.

Skimming her hand down my arm, she urges my fingers underneath the soaked fabric, whimpering when I slide straight to her centre.

‘Oh, youreallylike that,’ I whisper. ‘So ready for me.’ I pull my fingers, slick with her arousal, up to my lips and suck in the taste of her.

‘Well, Ihavebeen thinking about this all evening.’ She grapples with the waistband on my boxers, but I stop her, catching a hold of her wrist.

‘Not yet.’

‘Not fair,’ she counters with a pout, trailing her fingers along the elastic.

Moving her hand to her tits, I say, ‘Now, you’re going to need to be agood girland wait a bit longer.’ I pause, to revel in her heated response. Her nostrils flare at the nickname, eyes blazing at me, like she’s at war with herself, conflicted over the patronising term turning her the fuck on. ‘I want your hands here.’ With my hand on top of hers, I roll her fingers over her nipple, encouraging her to give it a little pinch. ‘Think you can manage that?’

‘Nate … ’ she starts to argue but when I slide my palm back over her belly and inside her thong, her eyes roll back in her head as I trace carefully over her clit.

She is so fucking wet for me. I slide my fingers inside her, now pressing over her clit with my palm and she writhes against me, seeking out the friction she needs.

Eyes shut, Ella follows orders, playing with her breasts as I zero in on that spot inside her. I can’t stop myself from watching her, taking in the tiny expressions that cross her face, the curl of her smile, the bite of her lip, the hitch of her breath as her climax starts to build.

Working my fingers, teasing that little bundle of nerves, I sense she’s moments from coming. ‘Good girl,’ I whisper, knowing it drives her mad.

Her eyes snap open, dark with need, and as our gazes lock, she hisses my name. Thighs tense, her pussy clenches around me. She’s trembling all over, even her toes grip on the sheet. Her mouth agape with a whispered gasp.

I rip my eyes from her face and rake them over her flushed body, my dick growing almost painfully hard. Fuck, what this woman does to me without even realising. Making her come makes me feel like I have a super power.

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