Page 11 of My Forbidden Valentine

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for saying it was a mistake."

My eyes widen with his apology.

"Nothing I ever share with you could ever be a mistake," Why does that make me feel so much? Is it the way he said it? The way his voice rasped? Or is this hope gathering inside of me? "I didn't want you to feel like I'm taking advantage of you."

"I'm making my own choices August."

"I know that. I wanted to give you a way out, anyway. I don’t think I’m the guy you should be with."

"Let me be the one to decide that. You wanted to give me a way out or to give yourself a way out?"

"Touché." He smirks. "You get me in a way I never thought anyone would." He inhales.

"You want this?" He lowers his head, staring at me, his arm leaning against the door cornering me. But it's not threatening, I love being in this cage, feeling the heat radiating from him. "It will be hard for me to stop if we do this. Because I fucking want you, Emma."

That triggers a small spasm exactly where I need him to touch me.

"You do?" I reply with the hint of a challenge make myself a bit more difficult, mostly because I want to hear him say it again.

"You have no idea."

I close the distance between us, kissing him and this kiss is completely different from earlier, there's roughness in every single touch, our tongues clash, there's a feverish electricity running through us, our bodies get closer, my hands roam every inch of his muscled back and when I'm too desperate to just kiss, I grab his towel but he grabs my wrist in return.

"No, no." He is nothing like the August I've seen before, he looks devilish. "First, you." He wraps his arms around my thighs and hauls me until I’m sitting on top of the washbasin.

"Your dress last night drove me crazy. And now you're once again in a dress. It's pure torture, Emma."

I kiss him, anticipation killing me.

Gently, he removes my soaked panties and gets down on his knees. "Can you spread your legs for me, Baby?"

"You are perfect. I knew you would be. Look at how wet you are." He uses two of his fingers to slide my wetness over my clit, I whimper.

He stands up to kiss me, it's chaste and unbelievably tender until I open my mouth to receive him and he doesn't hesitate to stroke my tongue, to bite my lip lightly. When his fingers enter me, a moan escapes me.

"You need to be quiet, can you do that for me?"

Fuck. How did I forget that my dad is next door? And my mom is downstairs? But I don't want this to stop, so I nod.

He gets another finger in and I bite down my lip hard trying to be as quiet as I can.

"Your pussy feels so nice, is this good for you? Can I taste you?" His voice is a whisper, but it doesn't erase any of its impact. I nod, not knowing how to communicate how much I need him.

He gets down on his knees again and he doesn't stop to admire it again, he immediately gets to work, I feel his tongue swirling around my clit, his beard rough and making each wave of pleasure feel more potent.

"You're doing so well." I grab the sides of the washbasin as I sense myself getting closer and closer. He can see that too but he doesn't move any faster, he knows somehow that won't do for me. Instead he slows down, enough to send me into overdrive, to heighten every single sensation caused by his tongue. I thrust against his mouth as my orgasm explodes, leaving me wrecked, I whimper to hush the scream that's bottled inside of me. When I come down from the high, the washbasinseems terribly uncomfortable suddenly and August is quick to notice, carrying me to the chair. Just as he drops me, we hear a knock.

"August, are you ready? The girls must be waiting downstairs."

I tense up, forgetting to breathe for a second. What would my dad say if we told him we were together? Would he freak out? Would he support us? Why am I getting ahead of myself? We haven't defined this. He told me he wants me but that was purely physical, it doesn't mean hewants,wantsme.

"I'll be out in a second."

When I hear my dad's footsteps on the stairs, a wave of relief washes over me, and I finally let myself relax.

August looks shyly at me, like he remembers the dirty talk and what he’s just done to me. It's adorable to see him come back to himself. He shakes his head.

"You are going to ruin me."

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