She tries to take off my shirt, but I don’t let her. I grab her wrists behind her back, holding her still. She tries to resist.
“Stay still,” I command. “We’re not getting naked here. But I need to make you come.”
I want to take her over and over. Mark every inch of her body as mine—but I know I can’t go all the way. If that was her first kiss, I’m betting she’s still a virgin—and I don’t have enough control right now to take it slow.
But I need a taste of her, or I’ll lose my mind.
“Please.”
“Please what?” I tease, because I want to see her lose it. I want her needy and starving for me.
“Anything,” she whimpers. “Everything.”
Chapter 24
We went from zero to a hundred in a single night, and it’s just more proof that the chemistry between us is impossible to control.
For someone who had never kissed a man, the fact that Lilly lets me touch her shows she trusts me.
“Do you want this?”
“This what?” She looks like she has surrendered and is in love, but I need to be sure she knows where this is heading. So I slide a hand over her panties and touch her pussy from behind, over the fabric.
She doesn’t push me away. She moans and grinds on my fingers.
“You’re such a delicious virgin, Lillyana,” I say, completely gone the moment I feel the wetness soaking through her lingerie. “I shouldn’t be doing this in a car. Hell, I shouldn’t be touching you at all.”
I move one hand to the front of her dress, teasing her hard nipple, while I rub her clit through her panties.
I’m rewarded with a beautiful gasp.
I’m addicted to the sound of her moaning in pleasure.
“Oh my God . . .”
“You like that? Say it, Lilly. I want to hear you.”
“I don’t know . . .I can’t . . .” She sounds so embarrassed, but she’s drowning in desire. The way her hips grind into my hand tells me she’s chasing her orgasm desperately, even if she has no idea what she’s doing.
“You can. Tell me how it feels.”
“I don’t know how to put it into words . . .I just don’t want you to stop. Take everything. Every piece of me.” That breathless declaration tells me she’s on the edge.
I slip one strap of her dress down, exposing her bra. With one move, I free her breast and take it into my mouth—sucking, licking, alternating with light bites.
“I’m shaking . . .I’m . . .I think I’m going to faint . . .”
I suck harder while still rubbing her clit, easing my middle finger against her entrance. When her entire body tightens and she comes hard, I’m spellbound, watching her completely give in to the pleasure.
“Amos . . .That was . . .Oh my God . . .I never thought . . .I . . .It was worth waiting for you. It was meant to be with you. It had to be you.”
I don’t want to hear that. I don’t want those words imprinted on me.
If I hold on to what she just said, I’ll have to admit I want her—not just for a while, not just to show her what her body can do, but to keep her with me for as long as this fever lasts.
“You’re always going to let me hear you,” I say, going back to what I told her before—because it’s easier to focus on the lust. “I want every moan. Every cry.”
Her cheeks flush even deeper. “Can I touch you now?”
