Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 132321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
His body jerks, like maybe he’s trying to swallow laughter. “Did someone do that to you?” he asks in a tight voice.
He’s not laughing. He’s angry.
I pull a shoulder forward in a half shrug.
He rests his forehead against my temple. “Were you wet like this?” He slides his fingers against me, then trails them along my inner thigh.
No, never. “I don’t think so.”
“I won’t put anything inside you unless you ask me to,” he promises with an aching sincerity that I actually believe.
A little overwhelmed, I turn my head and kiss him. That teasing tongue of his sweeps against mine at the same time his fingers begin rubbing directly against my skin, no material between us this time.
Breathing hard, I pull away. “When will you teach me how to make you feel good?”
His lips, reddened from all our kissing, curve. “I’m having fun with you right now.” His eyebrows draw down into a teasing imitation of a sad face. “You don’t want to deny me my fun, do you?”
I open my mouth to answer but his finger slides directly against my clit. My entire body jerks. Gibberish comes out of my mouth instead of words.
If he wasn’t doing such wickedly wonderful things to my body, I’d say the laugh he lets out is pure evil.
He continues the sensual dance of his fingers.
My skin’s on fire. Heat and pressure consume me. Another wave builds and bliss quickly crashes over me. My hips roll and I inch my legs farther apart.
He glides his fingers between my lips again, resting the heel of his palm against me. This time, I want him inside me, but I can’t form the words. I slide my hand down, under my sweatpants, resting it over his.
He growls against my throat. “What do you want?”
“Make me come again, please?”
“How?”
“With your fingers.” I press down on his knuckles.
We share a breath as he slowly pushes a finger inside me. I tilt my head back and our eyes lock. My breath catches as he slides deeper, then withdraws. The heel of his palm grinds against my clit as he continues the steady in and out rhythm. He slowly works in a second finger, the gentle stretching sensation unlike anything I’ve tried before.
I dig my feet into the chair cushion and lift my hips, pushing into the penetration.
“Yes,” he murmurs. “Good girl. Fuck my fingers. Show me what you like.”
I shudder with pleasure from the filthy words and the intensity in his voice.
He continues with deep, slow thrusts. The needy ache expands. My breath catches and I curl my body forward as he hits the perfect spot.
“Right there. That’s so good,” I chant. Sounds I’ve never made before tear out of my throat.
If tonight is only lesson one, I don’t know how I’m going to survive the rest.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Jigsaw
Pride and fury have taken up residence in my chest.
Pride—that I’ve set Margot off three times now—without even getting her naked.
Fury—that some asshole in the past hurt her. Was it the same piece of shit who told her she was bad in bed? Did he degrade her to cover up for how little he understood about female anatomy?
Breathing hard and with a dazed smile on her face, Margot whispers, “Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome.” Reluctantly, I pull my hand out of her underwear.
“You can call me little lady death, now.” She flashes a goofy smile. “I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven thanks to you.”
Shaking with laughter, I cup her cheek and kiss her. “There’s a saying about orgasms being a little death.”
“La petite mort,” she whispers. “I thought it was just a literary euphemism until now.”
Those sweet, softly spoken compliments she keeps handing me will be my undoing.
Slowly she sits up, taking her weight off me for a few seconds while she rearranges herself. Then she straddles my lap and rests her hands on my shoulders. “Now, teach me how to do that for you.”
I widen my eyes but can’t stop laughing. “You want to kill me?”
“Only in the good way.” She purses her lips. “Please?”
Fuck, I want to teach her so many things. I could stay up all night long demonstrating my favorite positions, and it still wouldn’t be enough.
“Show me.” I slide down in the chair, jostling her in my lap.
Confusion furrows her brow. “How?”
I glance down at the bulge in my jeans. “Show me that you want to please me.” I keep my voice low but firm.
She swallows hard, like this is becoming too real for her. Her lips part as if she’s going to ask another question but then she attacks my belt buckle.
A little grunt of frustration pushes past her lips. “Help me.”
Chuckling, I undo the belt and the fly of my jeans, then tuck my hands behind my head.
“Much better.” Her eyes sparkle with excitement—she really does want to learn and I’m more than happy to teach. Without hesitating, she tugs my briefs down, freeing my erection.