TWELVE
His hands wereon my thighs in an instant—and then hooked in the waistband of my shorts just as fast.
His eyes burned into me from above. “You positive, Sabrina? You let me do this, and there’ll be no getting rid of me. I’m moving my shit into your house, I’m sleeping in your bed, I’m sharing your glittery bathtub. You’ll be stuck.”
“Shut up and do it already,” I breathed.
A growl escaped him, and my shorts weren’t just pulled off my body—they were ripped away from my ass, exposing my bare, wet core to his eyes.
A fierce, possessive rumble filled the room, and I swear I got even more turned on by the sound.
My eyes were locked to him as he spread my thighs further, tugging my ass to the end of the bed as he sank to his knees on the floor beside it.
Something about the position reminded me of a scene from one of my favorite books, but with the fierce need coursing through my body, I didn’t even try to recall which one.
I just wanted to feel his tongue on my core.
He lowered his nose to me and inhaled. Another fierce rumble escaped him—possessive, and demanding, and sexy. The motion was so erotic, I swear I had to be absolutely dripping wet.
Rather than devouring me instantly, he lifted a finger to my core, and slowly dragged it over the slick heat.
A moan escaped me, and my eyes closed.
“Watch me, Sabrina,” he growled at me. “I want you to see exactly who’s giving you pleasure.”
Another burst of heat sizzled in my abdomen.
Fuck, he couldn’t be kinky, could he? He was always so quiet, and cold…
Another finger slid slowly over my clit before tracing over my folds.
He parted me further, as if he wanted to see everything, to figure out what I liked and what made me crazy. I’d never had a guy do that before—they usually only cared about getting their rocks off. I’d only had an orgasm with a guy once, even.
But something told me this would be different.
Really different.
“Talk to me, Sabrina,” he growled.
I suddenly found myself not hating the way he used my full name. Not at all.
“About what?” I panted, as his thumb swiped the side of my clit, so close to where I wanted it.
“Your body. Where do you want my hands, and my tongue? What makes you feel good, and what makes you feel fucking incredible?”
Ohhhh shit.
I was a goner.
He’d ruin me for anyone else, ever.
“Here.” I grabbed one of his hands, but he tugged it free.
“Show me,” he growled at me.
Fuuuuuck.
My fingers slipped between my thighs, and I moved them where he and I both wanted them. “Here,” I panted, ignoring the clenching in my abdomen. “This is my clit.”