Page 98 of Queen Of WildCards

Theurge to not speak had risen again in me, andItook a deep breath, fighting it back asIforced myself to articulate, to communicate something, anything.

Words, idiot.Useyour words.

"You'redirty, too,"Imuttered, my tongue feeling quite like someone had coated it with a layer of fur and glued it to the roof of my mouth. "Wannaconserve water?"

Fuck, that was less than sexy, but whatever.Itfelt natural, though dorky, and if her answering smile was any indication, she didn't mind my less-than-suave approach one bit.

"I'dlike that a lot."

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Weracedup the stairs like two kids trying to outrun the boogeyman, laughing and clambering over each other to be the first to my bathroom.Whenwe made it to the safety of my room, for the first time in a very long time,Ididn't bother to lock all my deadbolts and shit, choosing instead to keep my eyes—and my hands—firmly attached to the stunning woman in front of me.

Hertop hung loosely off one shoulder now, the familiar band on the front giving me pause for a second.

"Isthat one of mine?"Iasked hesitantly, fingering one of the sleeves as she tried to hide a smile.

"Maybe," she teased, "but it's mine now."

Ibit my bottom lip, debating how far to take this.Ihad all but invited her to take a shower with me.CouldIbring myself to take her clothes off, too?

Didshe even want me to?

Hersoft fingers covered mine briefly, tugging them away as the indecision bled from my body, the choice thankfully taken from me as she tugged her arm out of one sleeve and yanked the thing over her chest and head, tossing it to the floor with a shy grin up at me.

Fuck, even her underthings were absolutely salivating.

Shewore a sexy little black bra, the cups only halfway covering her gorgeous tits, the tops breaking over the tiny thing like a damned waterfall of skin.

Mypalms itched to cup them, butIheld back.Surelywomen liked it when men took their time.Shegot enough of the super-speed, no holding back from the other guys.Iwanted what we had to be different.

Iwas a patient man, and that would bleed over into my love life ifIwere actually about to start having one.

"Fuck,"Iwhispered, my eyes wide, mouth agape.Icouldn't bother to fucking care thatImust look like a damned fish on the docks.Shewas beautiful. "I. . .fuck,Mal."

Hergiggle ran over my skin like a live jolt of electricity, raising the hairs on my arms, making my cock twitch in my pants, saliva filling my mouth.Iwanted to roll in it, bathe in the sound, fuck,Iwanted to hear it in my dreams whenIlay down to sleep.

"Thatpart comes after we get you cleaned up, stud," she whispered, her fingers dancing through the hair scattered over my chest beneath my shirt.

Mybrain short-circuited, then stopped working altogether as the implications in her words set in and processed.

Fuckme, this was really happening.

I'vegotta tell herI'ma fucking virgin.

Iopened my mouth to utter the words, but they didn't come out.AllIcould manage was a brief squeak, thenIsnapped that puppy shut to avoid any further embarrassing sounds from leaving me as she lifted my shirt and tore it from my torso, her eyes glued to the expanse of me directly in front of her.

"Shit, you look good without a shirt on," she sighed, her lashes fluttering.Myeyes tracked her lips as she sucked one between her teeth and gnawed on it, abusing the soft thing for a moment as her eyes flicked back and forth over me, studying, contemplating, planning. "You'vebeen holding out on me,Jonah.Icould stare at you for hours."

Ifelt a blush creep up my skin at her raw admission, the desire radiating from her in waves too powerful to ignore.Thefamiliar itch tried to rear its ugly head, andImade a split-second decision, my hands tugging her against me asIfell back on my bed, dragging her with me, my fingers finding purchase in her hair asIbrought our lips to each other and relished in the feel of her pinning me, holding me down, by my choice.

Ilet her drown me with her essence until the feeling subsided, and moved to break away, but my tongue darted out with a mind of its own and teased the crease of her lips, and she parted them for me, her own grazing against mine like a taunt, a dare.

Comeget me.

Imight be a fucking virgin, butI'dkissed her plenty of times.AndIwasn't about to back down from a challenge, even if it did threaten to be my undoing.

"We'vegot all night, princess,"Iheard myself whisper, my lips trapping hers for more, tongue mapping out the inside of her mouth like it was uncharted, virgin territory.

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