Page 31 of The Best Book Boyfriend
“Very much so.” Her eyes are aflame now. I can see the pulse flutter in her neck as her heart rate rises. Mine is already racing. I can’t think about anything except how much I want to see her naked.
“Take off your top.” Without hesitation she crosses her arms and lifts it over her head, revealing a sheer white bra. I can see for myself she wasn’t lying, her perfect rosy nipples pressed tight against the thin material. I push my fists into my eye sockets until I see stars.
“Your turn,” she says, biting her lip between her teeth.
“Do you...” I start to ask another question, but she interrupts.
“No,” nodding towards my chest then cocking her head. “Your turn to take your top off. It’s only fair.” I do as she says, and it feels like the most natural thing in the world to be semi-naked in front of her.
“Do you like to be rough, Kara?”
“Sometimes yes. Other times I like to be more soft and slow depending on my mood. But rough in a caring way, where we’re both giving and getting what we want and need. I don’t want to be genuinely hurt.”
“I think I understand,” I whisper.
“It really turns me on to think that someone would want me so much that they can’t hold themselves back. I love it in books when sex is greedy and desperate. I have a very busy brain, so I like the idea that it’s so intense that I can’t think about anything else.”
“How do you feel about touching yourself in front of someone?”Fuck’s sake, what the hell am I doing?
“Are you asking or telling?” she raises one eyebrow and bites into her bottom lip.
I don’t want to push it too far, but I can’t hide my smile, nor can I tell who is pushing who any more. “Maybe more like requesting?”
“Tell me what to do, Luke.” My name sounds so filthy in her mouth. This is the best game I have ever played.
“Take off your trousers,” I say, and she pushes the blanket from her lap to the floor and stands. So close to me, yet so far. I can’t tear my eyes away when she undoes the button and zipper, easing them down over her hips and then off entirely. She sits back against her side of the sofa, with her knees tucked up and pressed together, denying me the full view of what I really want to see.
“What now?”
“Open your legs.” Everything in the room disappears into a blur. The only point of clarity is Kara spread out before me, beautiful and on fire. I have to remember to breathe.
“What’s the dirtiest thing you’ve read about in your books?”
“I can’t even begin to tell you that. So much filth. Dark romances are all kinds of fucked up, and don’t get me started on the alien, monsters, vampires crossovers, which I enjoy in a book, but not in real life, obviously. Ask a different question.”
“Have you thought about me?” This is bloody bold, but I’m dying to know if I’ve been on her mind the way she’s been on mine. I want to get to know her but right now I’m my own worst enemy. My dick is solid in my jeans and I’m half scared I’m going to come in my pants from whatever she says next. Her eyes bore into mine and I’m about to tell her it’s OK, she doesn’t have to answer, when she rolls her lips inward, wetting them a little and then opening them to speak.
“Your dining table.”My dining table?I don’t follow.
“What about it?”
“When we sat there earlier, it reminded me of a scene in a mafia romance I read last year.”
“What happens?”
“I think you can guess.”
“I want to hear you say it,” I whisper. “Tell me what you were thinking.”
She just stares at me, deep in thought, and I don’t miss her soft moan when she breaks her silence. “I was thinking about you bending me over it.”
My heart is beating out of my chest and there’s a good chance I’m going to rip the stitching in my zipper if I don’t adjust myself soon. I’ve read a handful of these books now and I know they can be filthy, but I’ve never heard this kind of talk straight from her mouth. A mouth I can’t stop imaging on mine. And everywhere else.
“What would I do?”
“You’d tease me.”
“How?”
