“How far do you want to go with this?” he asks, sounding breathless. “What is more? Are we talking second or third base here? I need to know because I don’t want to make a mistake with you, and screw this up.”
I press my hand to his cheek. “You could never make a mistake. And, honestly…I’ve never…” I bite my lip, lowering my eyes. I slide my hand from his face. “I’ve never done anything but kiss before, so I don’t know. And I know how lame that makes me sound.”
His fingers go under my chin, bringing my gaze back to his. I stare into his eyes, and the look in his is intense.
“It doesn’t make you lame, babe. It makes you mine.”
He takes my mouth again, kissing me as intensely as the look was in his eyes.
His tongue seeks entrance, so I part my lips. He groans into my mouth, and I feel it low in my belly.
Taking my face in his hands, he starts to press soft kisses over my lips. “Evie…have you ever made yourself come?”
“Oh my God!” I blush. Pushing away, I turn my face from him.
“Hey…don’t be embarrassed.” His hand forces my face back to his, but I still can’t look at him. “It’s me, Evie. Just you and me here, and there isn’t anything you can’t tell me. Okay?”
“Okay,” I breathe out, face still flaming. I run my hand through my hair, feeling all kinds of awkward. “And, to answer your question…no, I haven’t ever done that…to myself.”
He’s silent for so long that I have to look at him, worried that he’s disgusted with me because I’m sure most girls would have done that by now.
But he doesn’t look disgusted. He looks…well, he looks like he wants to devour me. I take that to be a good thing.
“You’ve never come?” he asks, his voice sounding rough.
I shake my head.
He groans. Those intense eyes of his darken further.
He runs his thumb over my lower lip, which I’m apparently biting again, and frees it from my teeth.
“Do you want me to make you come?” His voice is husky, and as sexy as hell.
I squeak, and his lips lift into a heartbreaking smile, leaving me spinning.
My stomach is practically doing backflips.
“I guess…yes. I mean, only if you want to.”
He dips his head to mine. “Oh, I want to. I want nothing more.”
He brushes his lips over mine, and I feel his fingertips run along the sliver of exposed skin between my top and shorts.
“But you have to tell me to stop if you don’t feel comfortable.”
“I will,” I breathe.
His hand slips under my tank top. Moving up my stomach, he reaches my breast. Then, he’s cupping it over my bikini top.
I’m breathless, and I can’t imagine that I’ll be telling him to stop anytime soon.
His hand feels so very good there. His finger is now tracing a path around my erect nipple through the fabric of my bikini.
His hair caresses my face as he kisses a path down my neck.
I raise my arms, letting him know what I want. He removes my tank top. I hear the soft thud of it hitting the floor.
He kisses down my chest, between my breasts. The whole time, his erection is pressed up against me, and he’s moving ever so slightly, creating this amazing friction. I’m starting to feel hot all over, and all I know is that I want more of what he’s doing.
I need more.
His tongue traces over the rise of my breast before he presses a kiss there.
Suddenly feeling brave, I reach back and loosen the string tied behind my neck. Then, I untie the string behind my back, letting my bikini fall away.
I watch his face as he takes me in for the first time, his expression almost undoing me.
So many emotions, it’s hard to capture one, but all of them are good, and they are making me feel amazing.
“God, you’re beautiful, Evie. So very fucking beautiful. And you’re all mine.” Then, he’s kissing me again with the same ferocity as he did downstairs. His tongue is in my mouth, claiming me, just like his words did.
His T-shirt-covered chest is pressed on my bare one, and it kind of feels unfair.