His lips trail down the center of my body, open-mouthed kisses pressed into every inch of skin from my ribs to my stomach.It’s slow and possessive, as if he’s tasting what already belongs to him.
When he reaches the waistband of my tights, he pauses long enough to make me ache.Before his fingers hook into the sides and tug, dragging them down my legs with deliberate care.The fabric sticks to my thighs, and he lets out a breath as he peels them off.
“Christ,” he mutters, his voice frayed.“These have been driving me crazy.”
He tosses them, along with my shoes, onto the floor without looking.His mouth drops to my hipbone.His teeth graze across my lower stomach, and I jolt, thighs tightening.
“I can smell how bad you want me.”
Oh.My.God.
I want the floor to swallow me whole.The embarrassment burns through me until his tongue slips along the waistband of my panties and his breath hits my skin like fire.
“I can’t wait to taste it,” he rasps.
My hands grip the sheets.My whole body feels like it’s on fire.His voice carries that kind of tone that makes promises no one’s ever kept, except him.
Reece is going to kill me tonight.
And I’m going to beg for it.
Hooking his fingers into the sides of my panties, he begins to ease them down.Slow, teasing, as if he’s unwrapping something far more interesting than the plain, slightly too-worn cotton panties currently ruining my life.
I regret everything.
I wish I’d worn the black lace ones buried in the back of my drawer.The ones I save for days I think I might be hot.Not these.Not the boring white pair that screams responsible and washes her delicates with the gentle cycle.Nothing about them says, “fuck me senseless”.They say “Target, three for twenty,” but right now he doesn’t seem to notice or even care.
He groans as he lowers his head, pressing his face firmly against the damp cotton.My breath catches in my throat as he inhales, as if it’s the most wonderful smell he’s ever encountered.
I cry out, my body jolting from the sudden intensity of it.
Panic grips my chest.My legs lock up.My hands jerk.I’ve never been touched like this before.Never had someone’s mouth so close.And now, with his face buried between my thighs, all I can think about is how the hell I’m supposed to respond.
Do I moan?
Stay silent?
Say something?
What if I do it wrong?
I wish I were one of those girls—the ones who know how to arch their backs, tug at hair, and whisper dirty encouragements with perfect timing.The confident bitches in the steamy college books I read.But I’m not them.
I’m the girl who wears basic underwear and overthinks her breathing patterns while a guy goes down on her.
Still, when he finally pulls my panties off and throws them on the floor, he doesn’t hesitate.His eyes darken as they move down, locking onto my pussy as if it’s the last meal he’ll ever get.
“Jesus,” he mutters, voice gritty, a crooked grin playing on his lips.“Look at you.”His gaze drags up, and I swear he actually looks awed.“Fucking perfect.”
I blink.“Perfect?In my grandma panties?”
His grin widens.“Especially in those.Makes unwrapping you even better.”
Oh my God!
Reece is insane.
I have so many flaws.Too many.
