He responded with fervor, sliding his tongue across my bottom lip and then slipping it inside my mouth to dance with mine. In a matter of seconds, our kiss turned heated, hands groping, tongues clashing. Kline gripped the cotton material covering my skin and removed it from my body, tossing it haphazardly across the room.
My breasts pressed against his chest as he pulled me closer. I moaned into his mouth when his hands met the curve of my back, sliding to my ass and slipping under my boy shorts. He gripped my bare skin for a beat before slipping his hands back up the curve of my spine, leaving my underwear back in place in his wake.
It was a crazy-hot move.
“Get on the bed, Georgie,” he demanded, turning our bodies and guiding me toward the mattress.
I lay back, staring up at him. Uncertainty started to sneak in. I was worried he might expect more out of this moment than I was prepared to give. But the way he was looking at me—it was enough to make me forget my own name. Light blue eyes took in every inch of my exposed skin, darkening closer to navy by the second.
I couldn’t think about anything else besides him touching me.
He rested his hands beside my head, body hovering above mine. His tongue licked a line down my jaw, to my neck, until his lips were sucking a sensual path between my breasts.
“Now, I need a favor,” he whispered against my skin. “Let me taste you, sweet girl.” He sucked a nipple into his mouth, his skilled tongue eliciting panting breaths from my lungs. “Let me taste every inch of this perfect body. Let me hear what you sound like when you come.”
“Yes. God, yes,” I whimpered.
He grinned against my skin, fingers sliding down my stomach until they found my boy shorts, slipping them down my legs and off my body. Strong hands gripped my thighs, spreading and baring me to his heated gaze.
“You are so beautiful.”
He kneeled between my legs, slipping a finger between my lips and sliding through my arousal. “You’re soaked and so fucking soft. I want to lick up and down every part of this.” His finger traveled the slit and flicked the clit at the top for emphasis. “I’m hard just thinking about how good you’ll taste.”
Nerves started to fill my stomach with second thoughts. He didn’t know I was a virgin. And I knew, even though I was really into him, I wasn’t ready to take that kind of step. “Kline,” I whispered, my voice too shaky and quiet for him to hear.
“Now this is the kind of * a guy can get along with,” he said, flashing a wink in my direction.
And just like that, his playfulness washed my worries out to sea.
“Just how good of friends are you?” I asked.
He smiled. The bastard.
“I know her really well.”
My eyes narrowed, and he smiled harder.
“But it’s the kind of friendship built on trust and respect, and I never have more than one friend at a time.”
God, this man. He didn’t even know how good he was for me.
“That’s good to hear because this * doesn’t have more than one friend at a time either. And she demands respect and trust before letting anyone all the way in.”
“Duly noted.” He ran his tongue up the inside of my thigh. “Let the record show, I’m the kind of man who doesn’t rush things. I like to take my time and savor every moment, every single inch.” He moved to the other leg, repeating the same sexy-as-hell move. “And, Georgia?”
“Yeah?”
He slipped a finger inside of me and out again before sliding it into his mouth. He moaned audibly and closed his eyes. “You’re going to melt on my tongue.”
Holy hell.
“I think I’m already melting,” I whimpered, my head falling back on the bed.
“No, baby, you haven’t even started to melt yet,” he whispered, moving his tongue against me.
God, it felt so good. So fucking good.
I swallowed my moans, gripping the sheet for support. It was intense. My orgasm was building far quicker and stronger than anything I’d experienced. My legs and hips shook as he sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue working me into a frenzy.
But he didn’t let up.
He gripped my thighs, keeping me spread wide for his ministrations.
My fingers found his hair while my hips moved of their own accord, grinding against his mouth, riding his tongue.
This was the hottest round of oral I’d ever received in my life.
He repeatedly built me up, only to slow things down when I got too close.
He wasn’t racing to get me off; no, he was savoring every second. He told me how good I tasted and how hard he was just from watching me slowly lose control. He told me how sexy I was and how he never wanted to stop.
“Please, Kline. Oh fuck, please,” I begged. I didn’t even know what I was begging for. I wanted him to get me off—badly—yet I never wanted this to end.
“My greedy girl.” He sucked harder and my back bowed off the bed.
“Oh, God,” I moaned.
“Do me a favor, Georgie. When you come, don’t hold back. I need to hear your sounds.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I chanted, too consumed with the orgasm about to pull me under. Hell, he could’ve asked me to put on a top hat and sing the “Star Spangled Banner” when I came. I would’ve agreed to anything in that moment. Though, that might have made things a little more awkward.