“Garret.” It was said with a low moan.
“What do you need, darling?”
“I don’t know,” she cried. “I don’t know.”
“Sh. It’s okay, I’m going to take care of you.”
It was almost too much. How was she supposed to survive the feelings flooding through her? How could she think?
“It’s okay.” He was kissing his way down her tummy. He reached the top of her boxers.
She shook her head. It wasn’t.
“I’m going to make certain you’re well taken care of.”
“I don’t know what to do.”
He paused, glanced up at her. “Don’t you?”
“No.” She thought he might turn away from her. Disgusted by her lack of experience. Instead, he slipped the boxers down over her hips, revealing her shaved pussy.
“No hair.” He slid a finger over her mound.
“I like the way it feels.”
He slipped a finger down her slit. “So do I.”
He sat up to push the boxers all the way down her legs. Then he drew her thighs apart and knelt between them. She blushed, aware she was fully on display. Thank God, the room was only lit by candles and her lamp. Surely, he couldn’t see much. Although with the way his gaze was focused on her pussy, she got the feeling he could see plenty.
“Now that is a pretty sight.” He reached out and ran his finger through her folds.
Oh, fuck. She arched up as he briefly touched her clit. He grinned. “My, you are reactive. Do you know how hot that is? To have you respond to me like this? With such pleasure? Such heat? It’s fucking addictive it what it is.” He drew his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. She watched, in shock.
“Delicious.”
She shook her head. “You’re nuts.”
“Am I?” He ran those same fingers through her folds again, pressed just the tip of one into her entrance. She stiffened.
“No, no, don’t stiffen up. There’s going to be no part of your body that I won’t know intimately, Gigi. No part that I won’t have licked and touched and devoured. And you’ll do the same with me.”
What about his brothers? He’d mentioned them before. Maybe he hadn’t meant it. They couldn’t possibly share her. That was insane.
He raised his fingers and held them to her lips. She shook her head, pressing her lips together. Uh-uh, no way. If he wanted to taste her that was on him, but she was in no way inclined to do the same. That was just too weird.
“Open,” he commanded.
She shook her head again. He wiped a finger over her lips. “Open, Gigi. I promise you’ll like it.” She gave him a suspicious look but with a put-upon sigh, she opened her mouth.
“Suck on me.”
She sucked. Saw the way his eyelids drooped, his jaw clenched. Did that turn him on? Is that what that reaction meant?
“Dear Lord, I cannot wait until I feel that mouth around my dick.”
“Now?” Shit. Had she just said that?
He grinned. “Not right now. This is about you. But later. Oh, yes. Your mouth is going to feel so good sucking me, tasting me.”