Page 74 of The Holiday Clause
The thought of anyone else touching her so intimately made him insane. Part of him wanted to claim her innocence—here and now—so no one else could, but that wasn’t a good enough reason.
“Does that feel good, baby?”
Every jagged breath spoke of her tense desire. “Y-yes.” Her sudden shyness further confirmed her inexperience. Thirty-fucking years old and still a virgin? How did that even seem possible?
Maybe he bore the blame.
Maybe he wasn’t even sorry.
God, he was a prick.
He at least owed her this much. “I’m going to make you come harder than you’ve ever come before.” He rocked his hips forward, showing her what she did to him. The nearly imperceptible motion nudged her into a slow swaying rhythm.
“Who else touched you here, Wren?” He wanted names, so he could hunt each one down and murder them.
Her voice became a sliver of its usual strength. “Only me.”
Fuck.
Picturing her alone at night, sliding her fingers into her panties... His dick pulsed.
Did she rub her tight little clit until she came or did she finger herself to release?
“Like this?” He withdrew his finger and glided it through her slit without penetrating, her swollen clit dragging slowly against his slick fingers.
“Sometimes.”
“Or do you do it like this?” He rolled his fingers in tight circles over her clit and she gasped.
“Both.”
He nudged inside, but kept the intrusion shallow. “How about like this?”
“Yes.” She ground herself against his hand, forcing his fingers deeper. She grew braver.
“Tell me to stop, Wren. Tell me to take my hands off of you, and I will.”
Silence.
Tight heat wrapped around his finger, clenching as it slowly pumped in and out. His cock pulsed in his jeans, seeping pre-come like tears, as if crying to get out of his pants and inside of her tight little hole.
He breathed out a curse. How did they get here again, when he swore the last time was the final time? She didn’t make it easy to walk away, and that was exactly what he should do. Walk the fuck away. But willpower escaped him as another soft moan slipped past her lips.
“That feel good?” His mouth lowered to her shoulders as he worked his finger deeper, moving slowly and gently to get her off.
“Yes.”
He took his time because he needed time to think. They needed a new set of rules.
One, his pants needed to stay on. That stretched as far as he could think.
“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you.”
He lived for the pitch of her voice, so stunned and curious, innocent yet carnal.
He pressed his finger all the way in, leaving her seated against his palm. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
