When I hone in on the bulge in his shorts again, there’s a thrill of excitement blending with the fear.
He spreads my legs wide, and I shut my eyes tight at the sensation of his breath along my sensitive skin.
He runs a finger along the inside edge of my thigh, millimeters from where I’m wet and needy.
Nerves lace through me, and my toes flex.
Damn.His mouth is dangerous enough when we’re talking.
The idea of him using his lips, his tongue, to?—
“Nova.”
I blink my eyes open to see him staring down at me.His expression is a mask of concerned intensity.
“What’s wrong?”
Shit.Was it that obvious?
Of course I went and made the hottest moment of my life awkward.
“I just haven’t done this a lot,” I say, but it comes out more like a mumble.
He glances toward the window, then back at me.“How much is 'a lot'?”
Oh God.This is not how I wanted this to go.
Normally, he’s good at making me feel like there’s not five years of adult life experience between us.Right now, though, it’s painfully obvious.
“A couple of guys, Brad, and… You know what?Never mind.I shouldn’t have said that.”
“I don’t need names, Pink.I want to know why you went stiff on me.”
Clay seems genuinely intent on knowing, so I give him the most honest answer I can.
“I was just thinking how every guy I’ve been with turned out to be an asshole, but it was nothing like this with them,” I rush on as his expression darkens.“It didn’t feel like this.You make me feel so good I can hardly stand it.”
He stills.
“Give me your fingers,” he says.
I do, and he takes them in his mouth, swirls his tongue around them.It’s sensual and filthy, the way he sucks with his eyes on mine, and I could watch him do it all day.
Until he releases them with a pop.
He spreads my thighs again and waits.
“Oh, no, that’s not happening,” I say.
There’s no way I’m getting myself off while he watches.He might think it’s considerate, but it dials up the performance pressure another level because I literally am performing—for him.
“Because you don’t want to, or because you’re afraid?”he asks.
I watch him over me like an animal about to pounce on its prey.He’s so big and intimidating and powerful, even like this.
He must see something on my face because he shifts up my body so that his hips are cradled between mine.My thighs spread even wider, as if they have a mind of their own, which they might as well because I am now putty in his hands.
“Don’t think about me.Touch yourself,” he murmurs against my mouth.
