Page 44 of Release Me
I inhale deeply, dragging the scent of his dangerously intoxicating aftershave deep into my lungs. ‘I’m just not sure what I’m supposed to say to that.’ My tongue darts out to swipe over my lower lip; his eyes follow the motion.
‘You’re supposed to say, “where would you start?”’ His irises blaze with a hunger that mirrors my own.
I swallow thickly. This is not good. Not good at all. Yet… it feels fucking fantastic. Heat floods my entire body, and a needy throb thrums in my core. It’s getting stronger with every passing second.
‘Where would you start?’ It’s barely more than a whisper, but he hears me loud and clear.
A wolfish grin rips open his face, displaying perfect white teeth and a tongue that I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like between my legs. He takes a sip of his champagne before slowly lowering his glass to the counter. Slowly, deliberately, he lowers himself to his knees in front of me, without breaking eye contact.
His fingertips brush over the tops of my toes. My mouth runs drier than the Sahara. ‘I’d start here.’ He trails his index finger over the top of my foot gently until he finds my ankle. He pauses for a second. Something in his devastatingly dark eyes makes me think he’s searching for permission. I still can’t speak, so I simply nod. His finger brushes around to the inside of my ankle. My lingerie, white or not, definitely doesn’t feel virginal anymore. It’s drenched, and he’s barely touched me.
I should stop this right now.
Stophim.
But I can’t.
I don’t want to.
‘Then, I’d move to here.’ The pads of his fingers sweep over my calf in small teasing motions. When they hit my inner thigh, I can barely remember my own name, let alone all the reasons why we categorically should not be doing this. ‘Then I’d spend a long time worshipping this sensitive little spot right here.’
I’m squirming, writhing with need, my legs trembling like a newborn fawn.
He stands then, slowly, but his hand remains on my inner thigh, light as a feather, yet the weight of it hangs in the air like a guillotine ready to slice through whatever self-restraint remains between us.
He stares down at me with heat and hunger in those huge eyes and says, ‘Then I’d worship your pretty pussy for days.’
It’s official.
I’m fucking ruined.
Chapter Eighteen
REBEKKA
I grip the side of the island as his fingers drift higher until they’re flirting with the hem of my shorts. They’re more like hotpants in hindsight, because Rian’s about three inches from my pulsing pussy, and if he gets any closer, he’s going to discover exactly what his filthy mouth and flirty fingers do to me.
‘Would you like that, Rebekka?’ His face dips until his lips brush over mine with the lightest, featherlike kiss.
‘We can’t,’ I whisper, but I make no move to pull away from him.
‘Unfortunately, there is no we.’ A pained look passes over his face. ‘Not at this moment anyway.’
I’m not sure where he’s going with this, but despite what my mouth says, Ineedhim to keep going. ‘What are you saying? I’m not fluent in flirting,’ I pant.
He smiles again then, slow and wide. ‘I’m giving you a get-out-of-jail-free card.’
‘I don’t understand.’
‘There is no “we” because I don’t want you to feel any guilt or shame afterwards, so I’m putting all the onus on me.’His fingers skim higher beneath the cotton until he’s an inch away from where I so desperately ache for his touch. ‘Let me give you a Christmas present.’
‘What kind of present?’ My voice is so breathy it doesn’t even sound like mine.
‘One where you come so hard you forget what year it is.’ His lips brush over mine again, and my lips part for him. My nipples are straining in my bra for his attention, and my vagina is positively preening for his touch. I’m so fucked.
Doubt duels with the desire that’s eating me from the inside out. ‘And what about you?’ I glance down at the tent—or perhaps I should say marquee—in his suit trousers. ‘Do you want a present? Is that why you came here?’
‘The only present I want is to watch your face as you come on my tongue, sweetheart.’ His finger sneaks up further and fleetingly skims the thin lace sheathing my pussy. His eyes flare when he meets my arousal.
