I watch, mesmerized, as her gaze tracks over my lips. I can feel the slight swelling, although I’m not lying to her that this is nothing for me.
When her eyes meet mine again, there’s a flash of uncertainty in them. I don’t know why until she whispers, “Don’t kiss me.”
My eyebrows pinch. I open my mouth to tell her I’d rather die than cross her boundaries, but before I can, she lowers her head.
And barely, just barely, brushes her lips over the swelling.
Terrified to move, yet desperate to feel that again, I lock every muscle in place.
Slowly, she does it again, her kiss—is it a kiss?—lingering for a moment longer and sending my heart into overdrive.
TEN
SCARLETT
I’m kissing Nico.
Why am I kissing Nico?
Okay, so it’s notreallya kiss. It’s just…when I saw his lip swelling, I felt a sudden and overwhelming urge to take care of him. I still do.
But when I pull back and take in the sight of him below me, that urge morphs into something else. Something different.
Something I’m far more familiar with.
Nico’s eyes are wide, his breaths coming in short bursts. His grip has latched onto my hips. He’s turned on. And I bet if I shifted back just a little bit, I’d feel the proof of that.
It takes me a second to realize that Iwantto have sex with Nico. Maybe it’s the primal, empowering feeling from his lesson, maybe it’s the feel of his body below me, maybe it’s a combination of everything. Whatever it is, I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been.
When I lean down this time, I slide my hands from his chest, up to the side of his neck, and I press another kiss to the corner of his mouth.
Too powerless to fight the urge, I flick my tongue out to trace Nico’s lip.
A groan rumbles up his throat, into my kiss. His hands tighten on my hips. I expect my teasing to be what snaps the thread on his control, but…
He doesn’t move.
When I lift up again, I can’t help whispering, “You didn’t kiss me.”
He’s still panting, still looking like he’s teetering on the edge. “You asked me not to,” he rasps.
And then it’s no longerhiscontrol snapping, but mine.
I slide down his body until I’m sitting on his thighs, then immediately set to undoing his belt. My hands are shaking with the need to touch him. Right as the button on his jeans pops open, I slide the t-shirt up his body so I can press another kiss to those intoxicating muscles.
I hear Nico’s groan as I feel his hand cup the back of my head. “You don’t have to?—”
My lips still on his skin, I look up the length of his torso and into his eyes. “I want to,” I promise.
He holds my gaze, his throat bobbing on a rough swallow. “I feel like you’re lying to me,” he croaks.
Another light kiss, another swipe of my tongue. “I’m really, really not,” I whisper breathily.
His head falls back to the floor with a dull thud. “You’re going to be the death of me.” But his hand kneads the back of my neck in a silent sign of consent.
So I tug his pants down his hips and set to worshipping him.
I’ve never been a fan of oral—givingorreceiving. To be honest, there are few sexual activities that I see the appeal of as a woman. But right now, after the past half hour…all I want to do is see how much pleasure I can bring Nico.
