Page 18 of The Tryst

Must be part of our game, so I keep going.

“Are you sure?” I move my face to her panties, dusting a tender little kiss against the wet fabric. I can taste her heat through the lace, and it winds me higher.

“Nick,” she whimpers, curling her hands tighter around my head.

I’m dying to strip off these undies and devour her pussy. But first things first. “Ask for it, beautiful. Ask for my mouth.”

But she’s quieter than I’d expected when she whispers, “Please.”

Hmm.

There’s that shyness again. With some concern, I lift my face, needing to make certain she wants this—these games, this play, this exchange. I set a finger under her chin, draw her gaze down to me. “Are you good with this?”

Her eyes widen. “So good. I just…” She swallows then tries again. “I don’t know what to say anymore.”

Ah, hell. I get it. She might like to flirt over dinner, but in the bedroom, I bet she just wantsmywords. “You don’t need to beg for it tonight, beautiful. I’m dying to go down on you.”

“Yes,” she says desperately.

And yup. She likes to hear dirty talk rather than to give it.

Fine by me.

“I’m going to take these off you and please forgive me in advance, because I’m probably going to groan like a caveman.”

She dips her face, smiling again, nibbling on the corner of her lips.

I peel off her panties and groan as promised at the sight. Pretty, pink, and indecently wet. “Look at you. Wanting me,” I praise.

“So much.”

I can smell her arousal. I’m so hungry for her. So ready to eat her up. I’m going to adore her with my mouth. Show her what a man can do.

I kiss the inside of her knee, the supple flesh of her thigh, then I press a whisper of a kiss to her pussy.

A gasp.

I feel like a king already. I look up at her. “I told you it was a hard fucking speech. I looked at you and thought how very much I wanted to walk off that stage, stride over to you, spread these legs,” I say, “and devour you.”

“I’ve never come like this before,” she blurts out.

Well then.

I was dead wrong. She had another reason for her silence. She had a confession to deliver, and I take it like the gift it is.

I flash her a cocky smile. “Challenge accepted.”

Then, I get to work on giving her a first.

7

TREASURE MAP

Layla

Part of me wants to tell Nick I’ve never had sex. It’s like giving a treasure hunter a map. The intel will help him along the way.

But another part of me—the stubborn, independent, private me—wants to keep my virginity to myself.

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