Page 39 of Bitter Queen (Advantage Play 4)

“Just freaking kiss me, D.”

Like a rubber band snapping, he crashes his mouth against mine. The heat from his kiss is scorching, burning me up from the outside in before I tangle my fingers in his short, dark hair and lick the seam of his lips. It’s nothing like the kiss from last night. It’s…more. It’s not just physical. It’s personal. It’s everything.

He opens his mouth wide then sucks on my tongue, pulling a whimper from me as a pressure begins to build in my core. Desperate, I search for the friction that will put me out of my misery while shoving aside my crippling fear.

With open-mouthed kisses against my throat and jaw, his gritty voice only fans the flames as he murmurs against my heated skin. “Do you trust me, Q?”

I gulp and close my eyes, lost in his touch. “Yes.”

“Trust me to make you feel good?”

Squirming beneath him with my leg still pressed between us, I breathe, “Yes.”

He sucks the sensitive patch of skin beneath my ear. “Good girl.”

I have no idea what I just agreed to, but I’m too lost in this moment to ask for clarification.

With his hand pressed to my upper thigh, he slides down my body before hooking my leg on his shoulder and running his nose along the seam of my crotch.

Oh. That’s what I agreed to. Umm….

Breathing deep, he groans. “Shit, Blue. You smell incredible.”

A blush spreads across my face as I bite my lip and peek down at him. Between my thighs. My thighs that are spread apart like a freaking buffet. His dark eyes meet mine before he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my shorts. But he doesn’t pull them down. No, he wants permission. Again. Because this isn’t about him. It’s about me. My heart pounds beneath my ribcage as I let my leg that was propped on his shoulder drop to the ground. With my soft nod, he tugs my shorts down my legs. Inch after inch. Until I’m left bare.

Which is both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

My anxiety spikes as I wait for the moment he’ll find more of the angry, red scars that dance along my inner thighs. Because this is the moment I’ve been dreading. The moment where I’ll find out if I’m still beautiful or if I’ll always be the broken girl who was abused.

Flinging my shorts over his shoulder, he sprinkles open-mouthed kisses along my calves, inching up to my knees before reaching my inner thighs. Then he stops. Like a caress, I can feel him take in the evidence from my past. With my breath held hostage, I wait.

Please don’t ruin this moment, I silently beg. Please still want me.

His muscles are rigid, and his eyes darken for a split second, transforming from warm milk chocolate to freaking obsidian.

Shit.

Still frozen, still holding my breath, and still waiting to see his next move, I study him carefully while trying to refrain from building the barrier around my heart any higher. But it’s hard to be vulnerable with someone. And I feel so damn vulnerable. Especially when the truth is so simple. The ball is a hundred percent in his court.

Then he looks up at me again and holds my gaze while delivering a kiss to each and every one of my scars as if he could take away the pain that accompanied them. His tongue traces the last one before he finally reaches his destination. Separating my folds with his thumbs, he dives right in like a starving man. I arch my back and dig my fingers into his hair, holding him in place as I rub myself against his mouth while chanting obscenities under my breath. The crescendo builds until my incoherent mumbling turns into a loud moan that makes me blush. Sucking me into his mouth, he pushes me over the edge.

My entire body is a trembling mess before my muscles melt into the blue mat beneath me. As I catch my breath, he crawls over me, then slips his tongue into my mouth and delivers a final, toe-curling kiss that leaves me panting for more.

“D,” I whisper, reaching for the waistline of his basketball shorts. He gently pushes my hand away and presses another kiss to my sweaty forehead. This one is softer. Sweeter.

“I think that’s enough for one day.”

“But––”

“Let’s get you showered. Then I’ll order some food, and we can watch another movie.”

He pushes himself to his feet and gives me the perfect view of his very apparent, very hard erection through the thin material of his shorts. My eyes widen as I take in the massive size that could tear me in two.

There’s no way that’s going to fit.

With a smirk, he offers his hand to help me up and mutters, “It’s not polite to stare.”

“I can help––”

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