“Cocky much?” I try for snark, but there's enough wobble in my voice that I don't think I succeed.
“I know my worth.”
My response is a whisper. “Okay.”
I'm crazy. I've lost it. I shouldn't be doing this, but when he presses his lips against my throat, I let out a surprised gasp. He slips under my shirt—his shirt, technically—and then his rough hand is against the bare skin of my side and sliding upward.
I grab his arm, instinct kicking in to stop him, but then I let go almost as fast. He chuckles softly and nibbles at my neck as his hand comes up to cup my breast. His thumb flicks over my nipple and I draw a sharp breath in response. I wasn't completely sheltered growing up, and there were a couple of opportunities to let guys get to second base, but they were fumbling idiots compared to Wild Child's expert touch. Before I know it, my shirt is up to my neck and he captures the other nipple in his mouth.
Oh God, none of them ever got that far.
“That's nice,” I whisper, and he laughs, his breath warm over my breast.
“I fucking told you.”
He nibbles and kisses my chest while his clever fingers play over my skin. His fingertips trail down my side like firebrands, leaving burning trails right to where he hooks them in the waistband of my boxers.
I stiffen under him. This is uncharted territory, and I'm nervous as hell. He made a promise, but as he tugs them over my hips, can I trust it? That doesn't keep me from raising my hips to help, though.
Jesus, what are you doing, Emily?
“If it was up to me,” he mumbles into my flesh, “I'd keep you like this all the time. Completely naked and on your back. You're fucking gorgeous.”
Of all embarrassing reactions, giggling nervously is probably the worst one in this case, but that doesn't stop me. No one's ever called me gorgeous. “No, I'm not. I'm—”
“Shut the fuck up. Your Dad's a fucking liar, and if no one's told you that before, then they're fucking blind.” He kisses a trail into the valley between my breasts, then goes exploring over my ribcage straight for my belly button.
Oh God, is he heading where I think he is? And I haven't even—”You don't have to,” I gasp and try to grab him by the shoulders. As soon as I do, he grabs my wrists and pins them to my sides.
“You can try to fucking stop me,” he dares me. “Stop trying to sabotage yourself.” And with a brief kiss where he dips his tongue into my belly button, he continues downward, until he's on his knees on the floor and looking right at me. He grabs the backs of my thighs in his strong hands and pushes them backwards until I'm completely open for him.
I'm bright red all the way down. No man has ever seen me like this. What if he thinks I look weird, or too bulgy, or floppy or… crap, I don't know, but what if—
He places a wet kiss right on my clit.
“Oh my God,” I hiss, the air suddenly too thin to breathe. I grip the sheets in surprise at the brand new sensation. He slides his tongue right up through my folds, the hard end of his stud making its own path up until he sends shocks cascading through me with another determined flip of the tip.
“Give credit where credit is fucking due.” He punctuates each cocky word with a swipe of his tongue. “God's not the one eating you out.”
I bat at his head until he laughs, and even those soft rushes of air tease and tickle me in indecent ways. I try to close my thighs around his head, but he's far too strong. Instead he pushes me wider and further back, so my pussy is rolled up right under his mouth.
And then he truly goes to work.
I hold back as much as I can. I don't want this to end, but my heart is racing and the familiar surge of an orgasm is starting to swell. God, playing with myself is never going to satisfy me again. Not like this. This time I manage to clench my thighs around him, but it doesn't slow his eager tongue at all. My moans are growing loud, and I can't stop them.
The other guys could show up any second. There's no lock on the door. Anyone passing by the room might hear me. The thought only turns me on more. For someone who hasn't lived a very dangerous life, I sure seem to be attracted to it. Seriously, I'm not like this, so why am I letting him do this to me?
And why haven't I let anyone do this to me before?
I lose the battle and erupt.