Page 136 of Torrid Passion
There’s no point in lying to her.
“Wow.”
“You don’t want a novice doing this, Kyla. You want someone with enough experience to know when things become uncomfortable for you,” I tell her.
“Oh, okay,” she nods, her lips pursed together a frown creasing her brows. “I’ll know for next time.”
“You’re already planning on doing this with another guy?” I ask.
“I was looking for a reaction from you.”
Slap.
“Ouch.”
“You got a reaction from me and I got one from you.”
She flashes me a cheeky smile.
Soon, her smile fades and it’s replaced with a puzzled look.
“What are you not telling me?” I ask.
“Can I be honest?”
“Absolutely.”
She hesitates for a beat.
I don’t push her.
“I don’t think I’d trust anyone else enough to do this kind of thing with. I guess everything is different with you, Loki,” she says.
The hint of vulnerability I read in her eyes is intoxicating.
“I like hearing that,” I tell her. “It’s always about you first, Kyla.”
She looks up at me, her eyelashes batting like crazy, her breath audible, her chest rising and falling. Her tits are right there, waiting for my hands. Her long nipples already puckered.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
I reach for her face and glide a sensual finger across her lower lip before trailing down her chin. After circling the hollow of her neck, I take in a slow breath, inhaling the delightful floral scent of her shower cream. Peony, she calls it.
“Your scent will linger in my bathroom for days.”
“You’ll remember me,” she sasses.
As if I needed that.
We stopped by a mall on the way to my place to buy her essentials. I didn’t think she wanted to smell like a man. I’m happy I insisted.
I lean down and kiss her neck. She swallows against my lips, giggling. I continue my naughty exploration. My touch slides between her tits, circles the right one, then spirals inward to her nipple.
A whimper escapes her, her back arches and her eyes close.
“You have the most amazing tits, Kyla,” I murmur in her ear as my finger skates around her areola.
“You keep saying that.”
