Page 57 of Prey Tell
“Good. Tell me more.”
“My skin. I have goose bumps.”
I don’t say anything as I reach one hand up, running it through her scalp as I pull her hair band out. I push back the light brown hair, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her shampoo. Moving it all to one side, I can see the way her pulse is jumping in her neck, can feel it beneath my other hand on her wrist. I watch her, study her, take in everything all at once. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this close to her for this long, and I want to cherish it.
What I would give to run my lips along her neck. Totasteher.
Soon.
One of my fingers lightly traces along the delicate skin of her neck, and I watch as a tremble ripples down her whole body.
I let out a low chuckle as I continue teaching her, relishing the way my low laugh seems to make her shiver.
Her face is flushed as I give in for a second, bringing my lips within an inch of the space just under her ear.
“What else, Juliet?” She’s panting now, her skin pebbling where my breath touches her. She trembles once more. “My breath made you tremble. Imagine what my tongue can do,” I add, smirking arrogantly. “Any other reactions?” I ask, my voice a deep purr.
“Yes, but since this is a non-sexual excursion, I’m not sure I should tell you.”
My cock pulses. “Tell me.”
“Okay. My nipples are hard. Every movement you make against my skin sends pleasure down my spine straight to my clit.”
Fuck.
“What else?” I ask, whispering straight into her ear.
“When you talk into my ear… it makes my…”
“Tell me,” I beg her. “Tell me how it makes your cunt feel, Parker.”
She’s panting now. Her skin is fully flushed, and her palms are sweating as she squeezes my hands tightly.
“Every time you whisper in my ear, or touch my wrist, it makes my cunt clench around nothing.”
I run my nose along the side of her neck, inhaling and trying to gather my thoughts. I am keeping everything leashed for now—for today. But being here with her,smellingher, when my body knows damn well that she’s my one weakness? It’s a test of my control.
“Before I ask you the next question, I don’t want you to overthink. I want you to listen to your body. Ignore what youthinkyou should do and let it happen. Trust me to stop us before it goes too far, because I’m not going to fuck you today. Okay?”
“Okay,” she whispers.
“Last question. What do you taste?” I run a hand to the back of her neck and pull her face close to mine. We’re an inch apart. “Lick me, Juliet.”
CHAPTERELEVEN
THE KISS
Juliet
I want to open my eyes. I want to see how Chase is probably looking at me—his blue eyes probably searching mine.
Lick me, Juliet.
Don’t overthink.
Justdoit.
I stick my tongue out and find his neck, licking the stubble. His skin is salty, and the musky scent makes me moan as I place both lips against his pulse point. He’s staying completely still, but when my tongue flicks against his skin again, his hands clamp down on mine. Three senses assault me all at once. Taste, smell, touch. I suck gently and hear him inhale. Four senses.
