Page 171 of Positively Pricked
Already, I was finding it hard to breathe. I reached for his hardness, only to feel him pull back, leaving my hand way too lonely.
In a teasing tone, he said, "Remember the reason for going out?"
Already, I was so lost, I could hardly think. But then, I remembered. "You mean so you'd behave?"
He gave a slow nod. "And the rule still applies."
"What? Who said anything about rules?"
"Me." He ran a smooth hand over my bare skin. "You're like a present, and I want to unwrap you nice and slow." With that, he lowered his head and brushed his lips softly against my ear and then moved his lips downward, kissing his way to my throat and lower still, toward the center of my breasts.
With warm fingers, he nudged aside the lace of my bra and took a nipple into his mouth. His mouth was warm, and his tongue was enticing, teasing me to distraction, even as his hand trailed enticingly toward the intersection of my thighs.
I was beyond wet and craving him like I'd craved nothing else during my twenty-three years on this Earth. When his fingers grazed that special spot, I gave a moan of pure pleasure laced with frustration – pleasure because it felt too good for words, and frustration because I wanted him inside me like ten minutes ago.
He lifted his head and looked down toward his fingers. In a low, seductive voice, he said, "I like your panties."
I almost wanted to giggle. "You should. I'm pretty sure you bought them."
"Did I?"
"Maybe." My mind was growing fuzzier with every stroke of his finger. Somehow, I managed to say, "You should probably take them off and check."
"Or," he said, with a particularly enticing stroke, "I could watch you squirm like you've made me squirm."
If I weren't so breathless, I might've laughed. Zane Bennington, squirm? "Oh, please. You're so full of it."
"You think so, huh?"
Honestly, I was finding it hard to think at all.
It didn't help when he slipped his finger beneath my panties and then inside me. I was so hot and so wet that I literally ached for him, even as a second finger joined the first, and his thumb danced across my swollen clit.
I heard myself whisper, "I want you."
"I know."
"What?" Even as breathless as I was, I made a move to sit up, but gently, he pushed me back onto the bed. With a smile, he said, "Where do you think you're going?"
Already, his fingers were moving again. All I could say was, "Nowhere."
"Damn straight," he said. "Wanna know what I want?"
I only prayed it was me. Because if it wasn't, I was in serious trouble. Somehow, I managed to ask, "What?"
"I want to take you hard and fast…"
That sounded so good. I gave a little moan of encouragement.
And then, he said, "But not yet…"
My breath caught. "You are such a tease."
"So are you."
"Me? No way."
He leaned his mouth close to mine and whispered. "Yes." He grazed his lips across my mine, teasing me even now. You know what it's been like, wanting you, thinking of you, watching you, and knowing that I couldn’t have you?"
