Page 65 of Sweet Caroline
“Um, exciting?” I admit.
“Yeah?” He slides a finger between my legs, cursing when it slips easily through the slick wetness gathered there. “And you got yourself all wet thinking about it, didn’t you? Thinking about me fucking you.”
I press my lips together and nod, squirming at the light touch of his fingers.
“Everyone thinks you’re such a good girl… but look at you.” He rubs my clit and I tilt my hips against the bed, chasing the too-light pressure. “Making a little mess of yourself for me.”
Enraptured, I stare as he sucks my taste from his fingertip, humming with pleasure.
“But you’re not a good girl, are you, Caroline?”
“I’m actually”—I claw at the sheets when he dips his fingertip just inside my entrance—“really tired of being good.”
He almost growls in approval. “Yeah? You wanna be bad, huh?”
I let out a faint moan, barely recognizing my own voice.
Oh, God. Who am I? What am I doing?
“Does it turn you on when I talk about how fucking naughty you are?” My lips twist, cheeks flushing hot as I nod, and he takes my nipple in his mouth again, sucking hard before he breaks away. “Showing up here, wearing almost nothing for me.”
Exhaling a rush of air, I try to fight the way his words send a wave of pleasure through my body.
“So bad. A good girl would never do that.”
“I’m,” I swallow, “trying new things.”
He grins and kisses me, lowering his hips between my legs.
I writhe against him, urged on by the flick of his tongue and the hot press of his erection. I slide my hands down his back to squeeze his ass, encouraging him and wholly unable to stop grinding myself against his jeans. Even the cool sensation of his belt buckle against my skin has me gasping and squirming for more.
What am I, some kind of animal in heat?
His tongue slips and curls against mine in ever-deepening strokes until we’re both lost in it, our moaned, animalistic soundsresonating in the space between our lips. When our movements become frenzied, he tears his mouth from mine, lifting his hips away.
“Hey, uh…” His laugh is shaky against my cheek. “I need to admit something here.”
“What?” I smooth a dark lock of hair away from his forehead.
“I’m gonna berealeasy tonight.” He lifts a brow. “It’s uh, it’s been a while for me.”
“Oh. Okay,” I say. “Sorry, I?—”
“Uh-uh,” he warns, then kisses me again. “Don’t you dare apologize. I just wanna last as long as I can. So let me take care of you first.”
“Right. I’m supposed to…come my brains out, was it?” I bite my lip.
“Exactly.” He grins. “Over and over again.”
“Right.”
He dips down to kiss my neck, then sucks my earlobe before running his tongue along the shell of my ear. “Fuck, Caroline,” he says, his deep voice sending tingles straight to my core, “if I have anything to say about it, you’re gonna be screaming into this mattress, begging for mercy when it’s all too much.”
My stomach hollows at his words.
Jesus.
“Helluva first move.”
