Page 68 of Stolen Kiss

I kept my eyes on her when I moved my hands down the hem of her white shirt. She said nothing when I lifted the shirt off her and put it down next to her on the island, exposing creamy pale skin and a lacy black bra that was almost see-through. Her chest heaved, bringing my attention to her perky tits.

She was small, but fuck if my mouth didn’t water at the sight.

I moved my hands around her back and unhooked her bra; the fabric loosened around her and offered me only a small glimpse of her pink nipples. She clasped her hands in front of her chest and I cocked my head to the side.

She let out a stuttered breath. “It’s been a while.”

“How long?” I muttered softly, moving my lips down to trace the delicate line of her jawline. She turned her head to the side to give me better access.

“A while,” she reiterated.

“Three years?”

No answer.

“Longer than that?” I moved my lips to her ear and took in the soft flesh of her earlobe between my teeth. “I’ll be gentle with you,” I promised.

Slowly, she moved her hands down to her sides. I dragged her bra down her arms, revealing those delectable nipples to me for the first time. I threw the flimsy fabric on the floor, and I knew by the way her fists clenched that she wanted to cover herself.

“Beautiful,” I muttered, moving my fingers up to play with one taut nipple. She looked down to see what I was doing to her. Her expanding pupils nearly made her eyes dark with want.

My question from that first night we met came back to me.

Was she the kind of girl who liked her nipples teased? Or did she get off on having her clit rubbed?

“Do you like nipple play?” I asked as I continued to play with her.

She stuttered out something unintelligible.

“What was that?”

She nodded.

My girl loved it when I played with her. I twisted her nipple a little harder, and her mouth gaped open but nothing came out. I bent down and took the other nipple in my mouth. Her hands moved back to my hair, and she let out a small whimper.

I used my teeth, and she threw her head back. “Oh, God.”

“Do you like it when I play rough?” I asked, taking the erect nub between my teeth.

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Fucking perfect,” I mumbled. She was fucking perfect for me. I sucked more of the supple flesh into my mouth while I continued to torture and abuse the other nipple with my fingers.

“Jensen!” she screamed, and I pulled away, moving up and kissing her once more. She wrapped her arms around me as I edged my way between her spread legs. I rested my hand on either side of her and pulled her closer to me so she could feel my hard-on, could feel how fucking badly I wanted her.

Her eyes rolled back, and her cheeks grew flushed when she felt me, and I knew it wouldn’t take much for me to make her come. I wanted that. I wanted to see her lose control under my touch, to know I was the only one who could drive her crazy with lust like this and no one else.

My hands slid down to her thighs, and I had the intention of lifting her up in my arms and back to my room when I felt something hard.

I didn’t think as my hand glided over to explore it, and I realized too late Emilia had gone tense in my arms. She quickly pulled my hand away and shoved me off. I stepped away, not wanting to crowd her and afraid I might have scared her, but a closer look told me that wasn’t the case.

She shifted consciously on the island before grabbing her shirt and putting it on, sans bra.

“Emilia?”

“I’m sorry,” she said, somewhat reserved. “I’m not ready.”

She wouldn’t meet my eyes.

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