Page 31 of Feels Like the First Time

“No touching,” he said. “Yet.”

The yet sent a zing of desire spiraling through her body, catching her breath and spinning downward, deep into her belly and pooling damply between her legs.

“Now you’re killing me,” she said with a strained laugh.

“No. I want to know you better first. I promise I’ll kiss you. Touch you. But first I want to learn more. I want to know what will turn you on. What will drive you crazy. I want to customize everything I do with your pleasure in mind.”

Zoe gave a helpless laugh. “Customize? You make it sound like a program or something.”

He seemed to freeze for a second. Then he grinned, shaking it off so fast she wasn’t sure if she’d imagined it. Before she could do more than narrow her eyes, he leaned his face close to hers. So close she could feel his breath caress her cheeks, the warm moisture of his mouth just millimeters from hers.

Zoe’s breath froze in her chest. Her lids fell, her thick lashes tickling her cheeks before she forced her eyes open to meet his gaze. His eyes holding hers prisoner, he slowly ran his tongue over her bottom lip. Zoe moaned. He nipped gently, at the soft flesh. She almost came right then and there in intense, shocked pleasure.

“Tell me what you’d do to me,” he said softly as he pulled back. Zoe leaned forward, trying to recapture his mouth. He gave a tiny shake of his head.

Zoe wanted to tell him to quit playing around and kiss her again. But a part of her was intrigued. There was something incredibly erotic about the idea of sexy talk. She’d always been more a girl of action than discussion, so this was virgin territory.

It was the word virgin that freed her inhibitions. Zoe had made it a point her entire adult life to avoid virginity in all things.

She tried to imagine what she’d do first.

“I’d strip you naked, of course,” she told him.

Apparently needing to keep touching her, he used his free hand to twist one of her curls around his fingers, letting the silky strands slide in, then out of his grasp.

“I get to keep the mask,” he told her, his mouth quirking in a one-sided grin.

“That’s not fair.”

“You can keep your boots on,” he offered.

Zoe giggled. Then the image coalesced in her mind and the smile dropped from her lips. Oh, yeah. His gorgeous body spread over the silk coverlet. Her, straddling him wearing nothing but black, spiked boots.

Sexy.

Do-me-now sexy, as a matter of fact.

“Okay, you get the mask,” she agreed breathlessly.

“Then what?”

Then she’d pin his hands over his head. With the mask to give them both a sense of forbidden freedom, she’d lean down and kiss him. She’d suck his tongue deep into her mouth like a lollipop, all the while holding his gaze so he got the message that she was going to do the same thing to his dick if he pleased her.

Mouth dry at the image, Zoe wet her lips. She’d never even had a dirty phone call. So the idea of verbalizing what she wanted—outside of bed, of course—was totally intimidating.

“Will you take charge?” he asked. “Or will you direct, telling me what to do to you?”

Despite the bizarre shyness seizing her vocal cords, Zoe forced herself to relax. “I’d kiss you,” she told him. “But I’d kiss you in a way that drove you crazy.”

“Since the sight of you naked except for those boots is guaranteed to drive me crazy, you wouldn’t have far to go.”

“I’d kiss your mouth,” she told him, leaning her head back against the wall and letting her eyes drift to half-mast so she could better imagine the scenario. “I’d use my tongue, my teeth, until you groaned and begged me to touch you.”

He let go of her hand to use his to unbutton the top button of her peacoat.

“I’m straddling you,” she told him in a matter-of-fact tone that made his fingers still on her buttons before he leaned his forehead against hers, the cool fabric of his mask siphoning some of the warmth from her overheated body. It was then that Zoe realized the power, the intense sexual authority her words gave her over him.

Squirming a little, this time from desire and not embarrassment, Zoe let the fantasy loose in her mind.

“My knees are gripping your naked hips. I was holding your hands against the pillows, but when I sat up, I let them go. You reach up and touch my breasts.”

Her nipples ached, pebbled and straining in need. Her breasts felt swollen. She imagined the feel of his hands cupping their heavy weight. The tips of his fingers swirling around her nipples, tweaking and flicking at the pointy tips.

It wasn’t until a chill swept over her that Zoe realized he’d unbuttoned her coat all the way. She gave a little cry of delight as his hands slid under her sweater, tracing a cool trail along the sides of her waist until they reached her lacy bra.

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