Page 119 of A Little Tempting

Slowly, he moves our entwined hands to his crotch, where his very erect, very hard shaft stands at attention. “Do you feel this?”

I roll my eyes. “Obviously.”

“You turn me on, Dylan.”

“Yeah, for now, but what if I…” I clamp my eyes shut, shoving aside my first two experiences with kissing and exactly how shitty they were. “What if I mess up or I’m bad at it?”

I can hear his smile as he argues, “Not possible.”

“You don’t know that. Trust me, my kisses with you were very different than my experiences with the other guys and?—”

“Thank fuck.”

“Reeves, I’m serious,” I push. “This is scary.”

“Trust me, you have nothing to fear. When the time comes, and you want me to prove it, I’ll happily oblige.” He reaches for the remote again to turn on the show, but I grab his hand and stop him. I can’t help it. Blame the show. Blame the very hard dick from two seconds ago. Blame my pent-up libido and the fact I’ve only touched the surface. But lying here? In bed with a very attractive guy willing to show me the ropes? Call me a crazy person, but I kind of want to see where it goes. To see if I’m cursed or not. Because I wasn’t kidding when I said I’ve felt around down there, but actually orgasming? I’ve never been able to reach it, always getting too caught up in my own head to actually fall apart.

“Prove it,” I whisper.

His brows lift. “What did you say?”

“I said, prove it,” I repeat. “Prove I have nothing to fear.”

His wary gaze slides over me, and I can see the indecision in his warm chocolate eyes. “I didn’t bring this up to pressure you.”

“I know you didn’t,” I rush out. “It’s just…I’m always in my own head, and with you? I don’t know, it’s different.” I nibble my bottom lip, lost in my thoughts.

He reaches up and plucks the flesh from between my teeth. “You’re in your head again.” He smiles, and it’s patient and kind and so damn inviting I swear I could spill every secret and desire, and he’d welcome them with open arms.

“Teach me,” I beg. “Help me. Guide me or…whatever.”

His smile widens as he slowly shifts his hips into my hand, letting me feel him. “Do you remember my expectations, Dylan?”

“If I’m uncomfortable, I say something.”

“Good girl.” Moving his hand from mine, he scoots closer and kisses me. It’s soft at first but turns bolder with a sweep of his tongue. My breathing is staggered, like I can’t catch my breath. Like I’m distracted. Anxious. And I am. I wasn’t kidding when I mentioned my fears over being awkward or bad at anything physical and intimate, especially with Reeves. Even alone, I couldn’t come because I was too caught up in my own head. This? This puts those tiny moments to shame.

“Breathe,” he orders against my lips, then kisses me again. He’s so warm. So patient. With a gentle tug, he threads his fingers through my hair, and a jolt of pleasure shoots down my spine. I open to him, and he rubs himself against my hand, letting out a soft groan. It races straight to my core. My skin feels hot. Tight. And my eyelids flutter as I lose myself in him. His weight. His scent. And the feel of his bulge. I like it. Seeing what I do to him. How he responds to me. My lips. My tongue. I open my mouth a little wider, and he takes advantage, kissing me deeper. My legs fall apart on their own, making him smile against me.

“Awkward, my ass,” he mutters, shifting onto his elbows and caging me in. I spread my thighs wider, and he settles into me, his weight a heady aphrodisiac I never expected. But I need more. I need him to touch me. I never understood what it was like to feel empty. Desperate. To want to chase the pleasure just out of reach. Until now. Untilhim.

My clit pulses as I shift beneath him, feeling the length of his cock against my center despite our clothing.

Tearing his lips from mine, he kisses the edge of my mouth, then right beneath my ear, slowly moving lower as his hands find my hips. When he pushes me into the mattress, my shirt slides up, and his calloused hands tickle my bare skin, making me want to arch into him. To press our bodies together until there isn’t any space between us. It isn’t enough. I want him all over me. My pulse gallops, and I raise my hips, the same desperation leaving me on edge and way more turned on than I’ve ever been in my entire life. Rolling his hips into me, he softly rocks against my core a few times.

When his fingers play with the waistband of my leggings, he rasps against my lips, “Stay with me.”

I part my thighs a little more, fighting off the tiny voice inside my head. The one reminding me of how inexperienced I really am.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he murmurs. “Every inch of you. It’s like you were made for me, Dylan.”

He dips his hand beneath the fabric of my pants and tugs them down my thighs. My hips lift as if they have a mind of their own, and cool air hits my upper thighs, threatening to snap me out of the moment. As Reeves drags his hands up my bare stomach and palms my breast, he kisses me even harder. I could get lost in this kiss. Could die from this kiss. My nerves settle, and my need builds again, leaving me squirming on the mattress when his fingers trail down my stomach once more. But he doesn’t touch my sex. He simply drags his fingers from one hip bone to the next until I honestly think I might die from the torture.

“Reeves,” I beg. “Please.”

He swallows my plea as I spread my legs further apart. His hand slides closer, cupping my bare sex and playing with the seam but not dipping into me. He deepens the kiss, dragging his tongue in and out of my mouth. When hefinallypushes into my center slowly, I gasp at the intrusion, ripping my lips from his as I bask in the foreign feeling. It’s only one finger—one. Freaking. Finger, but I sense myself stretching around him. The fullness. My heart races faster and faster. When his thumb finds my clit, my jaw drops, and he smiles.

“You like that, Dylan?”

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