Page 29 of Pleasure Games

How could skin be so fucking soft?

His hand inched higher and he knew—just knew—her pussy would be bare. The damp heat that was only centimeters from the tips of his fingers teased him, like a wet whisper, asking him to touch. When Jasmine swung her leg over his in order to straddle him, his fingers found the taut cord that marked the juncture of her thigh and pelvis.

God. Her body was so close. So alluring.

He wanted her.

But somehow he refrained from taking what he wanted, from playing with the soft skin of her labia before plunging his fingers deep inside.

She finally settled herself in his lap and Luca groaned because the heat of her body was scorching, even through the cotton of her shorts and his jeans.

“Please...” she whispered against his lips.

It was his fucking fantasy come to life, and yet Luca needed to stop it.

Her mouth was on his, pressed against his, kissing softly as she made little sounds at the back of her throat.

If you don’t stop now, you won’t.

“Jasmine,” he whispered in between kisses. “We can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because.”

“Because, why?”

Oh, Jesus.

Luca gave up. He threaded his fingers through Jasmine’s lush hair and held her hard so he could kiss her properly. Her mouth tasted of wine and honey, and he sucked her sweet nectar both voraciously and with care, like he was a ravenous bear and she an unpredictable beehive. She reacted to his kiss by digging her fingernails into his shoulders, all the while rubbing herself against the fly of his jeans. All he’d have to do was pop his fly and slide the legs of the shorts to the side, and he’d be able to bury himself inside of her.

She’d be wet.

And hot.

And probably fucking tight.

God, he wanted her tight little pussy. His cock ached with need, and as she ground down into him, he held her hips and thrust his toward her.

Non!

This could not happen, no matter how much her sweet little pants and gyrating hips made his cock feel like it was going to explode. It was exactly these thoughtless encounters that got him into trouble. He had to stop. Now. Before it was too late.

“Jasmine.” He held her hips still and turned his face away. “We can’t do this.”

She blinked. “Why? I’m single. You’re single.” Her breath was coming fast from arousal. “There’s no reason to stop.”

“Yes. There is.” Luca searched her face, and when he saw the bruise on her temple he realized he had his excuse. “You should not be exerting yourself, physically.”

She touched her head and frowned.

“Hugo made me promise. Believe me, I would like nothing more than to continue this—” He indicated the space between them. “But I am worried about your well-being.”

Her lower lip trembled and then hardened. “I see.” She sat for a moment, her face turned away, though he saw how she wiped her cheek.

Oh, God. She wasn’t crying, was she? He hadn’t meant to make her cry. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she said, still turned away. “I should probably go to bed.”

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