Page 91 of Prince Charmless
I jerk my head back. “I expect you to be nicer than that if you want me to take my clothes off.” She giggles when I push her chest. “Just get on the damn bed.”
Melina does what I tell her before witnessing a pathetic man unbutton his shirt at the speed of light.
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Melina
I feel very petite and ladylike sitting between pillows on this giant, fluffy duvet. My mind races with the endless possibilities the space could be used for.
When Taylor tries to crawl on the bed, I push his forehead back with my index finger. “Nope. Pants off, too. You’re not allowed up until then.”
He straightens. “More rules?”
“I didn’t think you were shy.”
Yeah, that got him taking off his belt.
“You’re so predictable.”
“Am I?” he asks, dropping the leather to the floor.
Instead of getting rid of his pants, Taylor takes a drink from the water on the nightstand. Then, against all orders, he climbs onto the bed anyway. But who am I to complain? I finally get to run my hands all over that fantastic chest of his.
Taylor claims me with a kiss to my lower sternum. His lips are oddly cold yet refreshing. Must be bad circulation. He reaches behind me and gives the clasp of my bra a solid tug before it releases.
One hand?I’m used to guys fumbling around, then getting impatient and unclipping the damn thing myself. I help him slide it off my arm, then hurry my grip back to his shoulders. As his mouth wanders up my chest, his lips get colder and...colder?
Oh.
Ice. Fucking ice.
“What kind of porn are yo-ooh that feels nice.”
I guess I’m just going to let this happen. I close my eyes and focus on the sizzle of it melting against my hot skin. Goosebumps cover my body as he glides between my breasts towards my collarbone. I squirm when he reaches my nape.
He pulls back. “I’ll try to be less predictable from now on.” His speech is a bit impaired with the ice in his mouth. Something about that drives me insane in the best way possible.
He spits the cube back into the glass.
“Ice, huh?” I ask as he laps up his mess. “Where’d you learn that? Summer camp?”
His nose air tickles my neck. “I have lots of tricks up my sleeve.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Taylor descends. He hooks his pinky fingers around my panties. His cool signet ring grazes my skin. After kissing my inner thigh, he takes his sweet ass time sliding the lace down my legs. My breathing gets heavier as his tongue moves closer and closer. He enters just after he pulls the fabric off my feet. I try to keep my expletives to a minimum as I’m tasted, savored, and devoured. The bed sheets become less satisfying to grip, so I thread my fingers into his silky soft hair.God, I love his hair.I need to ask what shampoo he uses. Not now, of course.
I twitch when he hits a sensitive spot.
Taylor stops and looks up at me with wicked eyes. “Where do you want me?”
“Guess, first.” I want to be surprised.
He swaps his mouth for fingers, first one, then three—wait, what happened to two? Did my foggy sex brain miss it? Who knows? Time and space become unimportant as Taylor circles my clit. He changes directions every once in a while with graceful movements, teasing, taunting, like he knows going slow can be just as good as going fast. I can’t focus on all the different ways in which he’s touching me. It all blurs into a single throb.
When he finds my G-spot, the only thing I’m able to utter is, “Please.”
He releases me and lets out a sinful laugh. “Begging already?”
