“You want to rip my clothes off, girl?” I ask, bending down and biting her delicate neck. “And what would you do when I’m naked?”
“I don’t know exactly. But I’m willing to learn.”
“If I stay with you, hell’s gonna rain down on us.”
“I don’t know what you mean by ‘stay,’ but I’m not ready for everything. I just want to learn . . . uh . . .trya few things.”
“Like what?” Yeah, I’m teasing her—but I wasn’t kidding when I said she’s an addiction. I want to see, to study every reaction she has. The lust this blonde angel stirs in me is bordering on madness.
“You’re messing with me.”
“No. I want to see the real Lillyana. I won’t judge. Let go.”
For the first time, she initiates touch—palming my chest. I’m dying to take control, but I wait, fascinated as her fingers play with the buttons of my shirt.
“I’m curious to see whether your chest is as muscular as your arms.” She doesn’t wait for permission and undoes a few buttons. I should stop her—we’re in the middle of a parking lot—but the desire to feel her hands on me wins out.
I hold my breath when her inexperienced fingers touch me. She explores my skin gently, like she’s afraid of hurting me.
“Do it right.”
“How?”
I slide my finger across her lower lip again. “Let me feel your tongue on my skin.”
She doesn’t hesitate for a second. Obedient, she licks me. Then, on her own, she bites.
I grab her ass, fingers digging in, lifting her against me again. Lilly stops and tilts her head back, moaning. That’s when I know we need to get out of here. I carry her to the pickup truck.
“This car suits you better.”
“What?”
“When you picked me up at the airport, I expected you to be in a truck. The luxury car surprised me. This one fits you better,” she says as I sit in the driver’s seat with her on my lap. “Or maybe you’re a unique mix of rugged and refined.”
She seems to be thinking out loud, and I wait to see what she’ll do next.
But when her sweet mouth moves back to my chest and sucks on my left nipple, I know we can’t stay in the car. Every little thing Lilly does drives me wild, and I don’t trust my usual logic around her.
“I’m taking you home.” I’m still holding her by the ass—and I don’t know if she even realizes it, but she grinds against my cock through my jeans. Her dress has ridden up, and I feel the perfect outline of her pussy. I have to choke back a groan.
“Not yet. I want to kiss more. And if we get there . . . I don’t know if I’ll be brave enough to keep doing this.” She tugs my nipple with her teeth, making me insane.
I grab her hair to look at her. “Who taught you that?”
“No one. I just felt like doing it.”
“Again. Do it again.”
She lowers her lashes, looking focused, and bites me again. It feels like an electric jolt.
I slide my hands up under her dress, grabbing her bare ass. Lilly squirms on top of my cock.
“Feels good?”
“Yes. You make me dizzy. It’s so many sensations all at once.”
I move her against me, knowing I’ll give her part of what she wants—but it won’t be enough.
