Page 31 of Tell Me Why
Then I feel his fingertips brush my skin as his hand pushes past the neckline of my robe and cups my left breast, weighing it in his palm. A rumble crawls up from somewhere deep in his chest as his thumb flicks my nipple.
Oh, God.
Electric currents flow through me like little pin-pricks of energy, and I gasp at the feeling. I move to pull away, but my back is already flush against the wall.
“Don’t,” I whisper.
He chuckles. “You want me to stop?”
His hand is warm, and the way he’s toying with my nipple…it feels like little firecrackers exploding in my bloodstream. I have to bite my bottom lip to keep from groaning.
“Shhh,allow yourself to enjoy it,” he says in that gravely whisper again.
I pull in a shaky breath, my body coming alive, like it’s waking up from a deep sleep. I haven’t been touched like this in a long,longtime—since the psych building incident with Christian—and the electricity of this guy’s touch zips down my spine with terrifying intensity.
My body clearly has a mind and agenda of its own.
“I’m notallowingmyself to do anything,” I bite back defiantly.
Pinching my nipple between his fingers, he rolls it, and I let out a little gasp—not on purpose.
“Suit yourself,” he says. “But this could be fun if you just relaxed a little.”
Mmm,no.
“Why, so you can feel better about doing this?”
Not that I think any of these guys have an actual conscience. They’d have to be human for that. So, far, all I’ve seen are horny, ego-driven monsters.
Instead of answering, he laughs under his breath—like all of this is so damn funny. Asshole. I wonder how funny a knee to his balls would be? I try to lift my leg, but he’s crowding me, and his large body prevents me from moving even an inch.
“Who are you?” I ask. Not that it really matters. They’re all the same.
“I’d tell you, but why ruin the fun?”
He must have lifted his mask, because his lips are on me now, gently skimming up my neck. His warm mouth finds my earlobe and he bites down, sending a shard of pain straight through my body, all the way down to my pulsing clit.
No, no, no.
Politics. Math. Taxes.
It’s not working. My entire body is tense and trembling. It’s only been a handful of minutes, and I’m already melting in this random guy’s palm.
What the hell is happening?
With another warm chuckle, the stranger removes his hand from the robe and slides it around to the small of my back, tugging my lower half against him. The hard ridge of his erection bites into my pelvic bone, and I gulp.
There’s no question what he intends to do.
“Mmm, you like that?” he asks.
The hand on my back glides down to my ass, then he drops to his knees. Blinking rapidly, I try to make sense of what’s happening. But before I can even ask, he grips the back of my thigh and positions it over his shoulder. One long finger brushes over my clit through the thin fabric of my panties.
“You’ve soaked right through your panties.”
Gritting my teeth, I twist my head to the side and squeeze my eyes shut, mortified. “Fuck you.”
“Mmm,” he intones, that deep rumble vibrating through my veins. “If you’re lucky.”
