‘Are we talking once last night because ...’We’ve already fucked several timessince last night.
‘Just ... just don’t break me, okay?’
‘Never.’ I want to kiss her—want to wrap her in my arms. But I don’t. Not as her eyes roam my face, dipping to my lips and this time staying there, and not as she whispers she’s sorry.About the fish or her timeline?I don’t ask.
‘Apology accepted,’ I manage, forcing the words passed the lump in my throat. ‘Though the pain is immense, I think I can manage,’ I add in a put-upon air, hoping to lighten the atmosphere between us. Make it less real.
‘Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?’ Her voice is barely a whisper, her eyes glittering up at me like stars in the night.
‘You could kiss me.’
‘In apology?’
‘Yeah.’ I lower my mouth, my lips hovering over hers. ‘Go on then,’ I whisper. ‘Kiss me.’
She raises her head, and I mirror her move, loving the dark, confused flare of her gaze.
‘Play fair,’ she says softly.
‘Never,’ I return, my heart beating out of my chest as I cover her mouth with mine, kissing her to compliance.But not quietness.
‘Oh, Ben... ’ As she slides open her thighs, I press myself more fully against her, rocking into her once, twice. ‘How did you get to be so good at that?’ she whispers as I kiss my way down her neck.
‘I practised on my pillow, thinking about the girl next door. Just don’t mention the year her breasts grew. The Year of the Boner. I think I’m still raw from the self-abuse.’
Her giggle is soft and girlish but draws off abruptly as I press my teeth to her shoulder, the noise taking on a much more carnal edge.
‘You’re so fucking pretty,’ I rasp, moving down her body, dragging my hands to span her ribcage. Resting my weight on my forearms, I stretch my thumbs to brush her stiff nipples. They’re still tender from my mouth, but it doesn’t stop her from wrapping her legs around my thighs and pushing up into me.
I lean in and take the taut bud into my mouth as she lets out a gasp, digging her nails into my shoulders and making me hiss a short curse.
‘Your sheets are the same shade as your nipples,’ I whisper, licking each before blowing a cool breath over them. ‘Did you notice that?’ Her hands in my hair, Nell arches her back like a cat, the sheets rustling as she moves her head in answer, a hot flush crawling up her neck. ‘And the same colour as your pussy.’
At this, she laughs. ‘You mean, after I wax?’
‘I mean the inside where you’re all slick and rosy pink. Fuck, you feel like silk,’ I rasp, taking her tits into my hands.It’s called man-handling for a reason.‘And so sweet that I want to lick every part of you. Lap you all up like a cat with a bowl of cream.’ The end comes out as a growl as, beneath me, Nell releases the sweetest of moans. ‘You like the sound of that. You’d like me to fuck you with my tongue again.’
‘Yes. Yes!’ Her hands in my hair, she pulls my face to hers, kissing me so sweetly, I’m stunned, and harder still, as she bites my bottom lip.
‘You’re a little minx.’
‘Ben,’ she whispers hotly. ‘Stop talking and put your mouth to better use.’
‘You want me to kiss you?’ She nods, shivering a little as though in anticipation. ‘Where should I kiss you?’ I ask, nipping the side of her breast, then lowering my mouth to her ribs to repeat.
‘You know where. The place the same colour as my sheets.’ Turning her head, she smiles into the mattress as though to hide it there.
‘Oh, here,’ I say, kissing each of her nipples in turn.
‘Yes, but no,’ she says—no, moans.
‘Then where, sweetheart? Use your words.’ As she bites her bottom lip, I add, ‘And not the ugly medical ones. Tell me where you want me to kiss you,’ I tease, working my way down her ribs, farther down the soft flesh of her stomach. ‘Use the filthiest, dirtiest words you can.’ As I reach where she needs me most, I part her slick flesh, blowing a soft breath across her clit.
‘You drive me insane,’ she moans, her legs stiffening. ‘Please, Ben,please, put your mouth on my cunt.’
Well, fuck. The word barrels down my spine like a quicksilver explosion that detonates as pure sensation. But never let it be said Captain Ben Monroe can’t follow orders...
‘Namaste, little lovely,’ I whisper, placing a chaste kiss on the top of her slit.If a kiss here can ever be classed as chaste, that was it.
