Then he whispered into my skin, “Let’s see how well I already know you, little lamb.” His fingers curled around the delicate lace, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he dragged the panties aside.
Cool air kissed the heat between my thighs.
The first glide of his fingers along my slit stole the breath from my lungs.
I bit down on a gasp as he stroked me in lazy passes through my folds that left no question about what he’d found.
“You’re soaked,” he whispered against my neck, his voice thick with dark satisfaction. “I barely touched you, and you’ve practically come undone.”
His fingertip circled my clit gently.
A whimper broke loose from my throat before I could stop it.
“No,” I breathed, even as my hips chased every little stroke. “Please—”
But I didn’t know if I was begging him to stop or to keep going.
His mouth caressed my neck, brushing kisses as he murmured, “This wet for the man who scared you half to death?”
He teased that swollen bundle until my thighs trembled and my breath stuttered out in desperate little pants.
“I could make you come so hard you’d fantasize about me the rest of your days.”
But he didn’t.
He pulled back just before the pressure tipped me over. Just before that sweet ache could explode.
I swallowed hard, my eyes going wide as he brought his glistening fingers up to my lips.
He traced my bottom lip, coating it with my arousal.
“Taste,” he commanded.
My body betrayed me—again.
My tongue darted out, tentatively at first.
The groan he released was feral.
“That’s it,” he rasped.
Then he leaned in, dragging his tongue along the seam of my lips, licking up every trace of me he’d left with a hunger that made my knees buckle.
“Mm-hmm, that’s what I wanted. You taste like surrender.”
His palm caught my ass, and he held me upright, grounding me against him.
“You’re desperate for me,” he whispered, his voice like smoke. “I could fuck you right here, and you’d take it—wouldn’t you?”
I whimpered.
Part of me—some shameful, touch-starved part—wanted to say yes.
But my mouth stayed shut. My mind spun.
For the first time, I realized how deep into this I’d let myself fall.
The taste of him—and me—was still on my lips when the weight of it all came crashing down.
