Page 57 of Torrid Love
“You want me to stop?”
“No!”
I can’t help but chuckle at the tremor of panic in her voice.
“We’re on the same page then? You keep riding my fingers.”
“God, that sounded positively obscene.”
“Yeah, but your body is singing a different tune, baby. You’re absolutely drenched. I fucking love knowing I’m responsible for this little flood.”
Her cheeks flame up.
“You’re dangerous, Wolfe.”
You don’t know the half of it.
“So the guys you’ve been with so far haven’t got a clue what to do with this?” I ask, my eyes locked onto hers as I start caressing her clit.
She shakes her head. “No. I guess it’s my own fault––”
“Tsk. If you aren’t melting in a guy’s arms, it’shisfault.”
“Just like my parents, I guess life has dealt me a pretty mediocre hand when it comes to men,” she says.
“We can change that tonight.”
“I’d like that.”
I drop a soft kiss against her lips.
I’m starting to think the reason I haven’t kissed too many women in my life is because I was waiting for her tempting lips.
I skate over her hard clit over and over again.
“Rod,” she squirms.
“I love taking care of you, Dom.”
Her juices slowly travel down my hand.
“Baby, you’re going to come so hard.”
A flicker of worry flashes in her eyes.
She places her hands on my chest and drags them down the tight muscles of my stomach.
“What about you?” She’s already playing with the metal buckle of my leather belt.
“This isn’t about me, Dom. It’s about you,” I remind her. “If you think you’re going to distract me, think again.”
She averts her gaze. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”
It pains me to hear the insecurity in her voice.
Who did this to her?
“Look at me.”
