Page 25 of Just a Little Crush
I always thought it was an exaggeration when one of my books described a woman as quivering with lust, but I get it now. I’m tremblingeverywhere.It’s lust, and it’s fear, this constant build-up and release and then blissful agony when he doesn’t stop touching me.
And I hope he doesn’t stop because I know the minute he does I’m going to have to face this. Face what we’ve done.How will I ever look him in the eyes again?
I’ll deal with that later, right now I’m desperate to get my hands on him. I reach out for a handful of his hair, so much softer than I imagined, but he lifts my hand away and sets it down at my side.
“Don’t move.” I love his firm tone, the way he puts me in my place, but it also makes me want to push it, to push him and see how he’ll react if I don’t follow his orders. When he moves to plant kisses all over my stomach, I reach out again, spreading my fingers through his hair to drag my nails over his scalp. For a moment, he leans into it and a deep moan rumbles from his chest. I can tell he likes it, but in an instant he rises above me, grabbing my wrists and pinning my arms above my head.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I yelp. “I can’t help it. I need to touch you.”
“Do your arms hurt like this?”
“No, I’m fine.”
“No touching,” he says, pointing his finger close to my face. I stick out my tongue and lap at the tip of it. He groans loudly and his face crumples until he regains his composure. “If you don’t quit it, I’ll have to tie you up.”
“Oh god, yes please.” I lift my hips to grind up against him, from this angle he seems even harder than before.
“Fucking hell,” he says through gritted teeth. “Who are you?”
He moves back down the bed and I concentrate on staying still, readying myself for whatever comes next. I close my eyes, but Rennie has other ideas.
“Look at me, Bec,” he barks, and when I open up, he’s right there at my apex, dark heat in his eyes. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to taste you?”Oh Jesus.I could come just from the way he speaks to me.
A long, slow sweep with his tongue sends my eyes rolling back in my head and then he pulls away again. “You look away and I’ll stop Bec. Do you understand?”
I moan out a yes and blink hard, forcing my vision to focus on him. He hooks his arms underneath my thighs and grips onto my hips, holding me steady. The flat of his tongue drags through my centre, carving me open.
“Oh god, Bec,” he moans, “you taste so fucking good.”
Well, this is unexpected. Alistair Rendall talks dirty like the best book boyfriends. Unexpected and incredible.
With other guys this has always felt like a courtesy, a quick detour before the main event, but Rennie goes down on me like a man starved. Every stroke of his tongue shows me this is exactly where he wants to be. It’s an exquisite mix of firm licks and fast flicks that have my mind spinning. I feel devoured and adored, and when he moans against me I can’t tell which of us is enjoying it more.
He moves his mouth further north, pressing kisses around my clit while his fingers slip back inside me. “Does that feel good, baby? Is this what you need?”
I nod and let the wave of another orgasm begin to roll through me. His fingers and tongue are a combination I’ve only ever read about, and my god it is fucking heavenly. With every stroke, every lick, I feel that pressure building up inside me again, coaxing me closer to the edge.
I try to hold back, I never want this to end, but I’m not in charge here. Even with Rennie pinning me to the bed, I can’t stay still. My hips rock against his touch, my back arches, my legs shake on either side of him.
At the last second, he pulls his hand away and clamps his mouth around me, sucking so hard I buck up off the bed. That only encourages him. He sucks more, a bruising kiss that pulls my orgasm, then my shattered soul, from deep within me. I cry out, and shoot forwards, curling into a ball around his head. I grab onto his hair, his shoulders, and Rennie,this fucking man, pushes his face harder against me and doesnot. Stop. Sucking.
“Too much, too much,” I scream and finally, finally, he pulls his mouth away. I roll onto my side, every inch of me twitching, clenching, vibrating with pleasure. He climbs up the bed, settles himself behind me, and carefully moves me into a more comfortable position.
“Lie back, Bec. I can’t have you thrashing around like that.”
“Then don’t give me more whiplash from coming,” I manage to say through heavy panting.
He rests one big, warm hand on my stomach and strokes slowly back and forward with his thumb, the motion helping my breath fall back into a normal rhythm.
Rennie drops his lips to my shoulder and chuckles against my skin. “OK, I think we can save a few for another day.”What is he saying?Are we going to do this again? I bloody hope so.
He pulls my top back down, covering my chest, then hooks the straps back up over my shoulders. “You stay right there.”
I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. I am a pile of mush. He returns a minute later, towering over me with a glass of water, my pain meds, and a warm washcloth. I take him in, tall, broad, still completely clothed. I feel like prey under his burning gaze. Inching myself up against the pillows, I drink down the water while he cleans me up. It’s such an intimate gesture it makes me want to cry.
He must sense it. “Are you OK?”
“Yeah, that was... it was amazing. I’ve never—“ I can’t find the words.
