“You just got three truths,” I point out. “I think you can figure out that last one on your own. Why were you in my bedroom?”
She’s silent.
“Lily,” I say severely, and reach down to smooth my hands over her legs.
“I don’t know!” she bursts out.
I slide my hand inexorably up her thigh. She could kick me. A well-placed heel in my jaw wouldn’t be terribly difficult, but Lily only squirms. “Try again.”
Her gaze flicks down then catches on where I’m pushing her skirt up, inch by slow inch.
“I don’t know.” She shifts restlessly but doesn’t try to escape. No, it’s more that she’s pretending that she isn’t arching into my touch. “I really don’t. I just…”
I lean over her and catch her chin between my thumb and forefinger, drawing it up until she’s looking into my eyes. Biting her lip, she seems abashed. Pink tinges her cheeks.
“I really wanted to see your bedroom.”
“Good girl.” It’s the same for me. “That wasn’t so difficult.”
Sitting back, I flip her skirt all the way up. “Cotton knickers, Lily. Are you trying to kill me?”
“No?” There’s no fear in the lines of her taut arms or heaving chest. Only bravery and curiosity. “How did you know I was in the wardrobe?”
“A tracker on your phone.” I’m in for this now. I’m telling her everything.
She sneaks a shy look at me from under her eyelashes. “Why?”
“Uh-uh.” I huff with gentle laughter. As though she isn’t well aware. “I’m not allowing that again. I get my truth next.”
I trail my fingers down her leg.
“Fine.” She tries to toss her hair, and it almost works. But a tendril gets caught on her lip, and she can’t dislodge it, despite tilting her chin from side to side.
Her mouth opens as I lean forward and slowly, achingly slowly, tuck the errant strand behind her ear. I lean further, stretching my body over hers, and put my mouth to her ear, nearly touching.
“You like me watching you, don’t you?”
She whines.
“Tell me the truth, like a good girl.”
Lowering my head, I tug the neckline of her top down and fully reveal her breasts. Berry-pink nipples, no bra. Beautiful.
My mouth waters as I bring my lips to her nipple. A lick first, and it puckers beneath my ministrations. Then I suck the whole of the sensitive nub into my mouth and swirl my tongue over the tip. The slight noises that escape my captive are as enticing as her young virgin body.
I move to the other breast, and do the same, worshipping her, feeling how she squirms. My little angel needs more. I’m sure of it.
“Something you want to tell me?” I prompt her, then redouble my efforts, bringing my hand to her nipple and teasing it with light circles.
“Yes, yes!” she cries out. “I loved you watching me.”
I don’t stop.
“I want you to watch me all the time. I want to know all the parts of you too.”
Savage pride shoots into my heart, a lightning bolt. Yes. She writhes beneath me, her hips seeking relief.
I continue to kiss her breasts and caress every part I can reach. Her skirt is trapped at her waist, but it doesn’t matter. It moves enough. What I crave is touching her, so I work around the encumbrance rather than bother to remove it.
