Anyone But Rich (Anyone But..., #1)(53)
“The fact that you’re trembling. The way I can see desire and reservation battling just behind your eyes.” He kissed me again, this time just above my clavicle. It sent shockwaves of heat spearing through me. “All you have to do is enjoy yourself. That’s what I want, and if you are having a good time, I will too. Understand?”
He had told me exactly what I needed to hear, even though I hadn’t realized I needed to hear it. “What if I only last a minute?”
He laughed. “It’s just guys who have to worry about that.” His fingertip followed a slow, tingling path down from my collarbone to my breast. He bent to kiss my nipple, swirling his tongue in one warm sweep around it before pulling away with a satisfied smile. “Let me take the lead. Just relax.” He gave me a shove in the chest that was just forceful enough to catch me by surprise and send me flopping back to the bed.
He took my skirt in both hands and tugged it down. I laughed a little when my whole body slid a few inches down the bed and off the pillow from the force of his tug.
“There’s a zipper,” I said. “In the back.”
Without a word, Rich flipped me over and yanked the zipper down. He tugged on my skirt again. This time, it slid free.
I was topless, in my panties, and the lights weren’t even off. In a moment of awkward panic, I wondered how weird I’d look if I clapped twice just in case he happened to have sound-activated lights. Thankfully, I resisted the urge. I would survive.
I never knew why it was so hard to believe there was something in me to be desired—that to some man or some pair of eyes I might actually be perfect. I wondered if it was just the fresh new-relationship chemicals that were blinding him to the obvious. When my arms were straight, my left elbow looked like a winking smiley face. My knees were knobby. My hips never seemed womanly enough, and when I saw pictures of myself, it always looked like my smile was crooked. And those were just my insecurities when I was wearing clothes.
But nothing in Rich’s body language said he was finding faults in me. He still held my skirt like some kind of war trophy as he straddled me and looked me over. “I could get addicted to you,” he said.
I rolled over and bit my lip. “You say that now . . .”
He bent down and kissed me on the lips. It was a soft, reassuring kind of kiss, and I loved that he could sense that I needed reassurance. “You’re right. And in about an hour, I’ll be saying I am addicted to you.”
“Addictions are something you wish you could quit. I’d rather be your hobby. At least people like their hobbies.”
“Would you settle for an obsession?”
“Obsessions can be nice.”
He kissed me again, then straightened and shimmied out of his pants and underwear. The next thing I knew, his face was between my legs. “Not that I’m assuming you’re a virgin, but if you were, I’d want your first experience to be a good one.”
I smirked. “Not that you’re assuming.” My heart was pounding relentlessly. As if my goal was to torture myself, I was running through how insane it was that the guy I’d had a crush on, hated, and gone back to having a full-blown, grown-up crush on, was looking up at me from between my legs. His hands were still roaming me like he already owned me, and I knew it was going to be only a minute before I’d give him the part of myself I’d never given anyone before.
“Are you listening?” he asked.
I realized he’d been speaking, but my thoughts were firing off too quickly for me to take it all in. “Yes,” I said.
“Liar. I said I was going to show you why some women think foreplay is the best part of sex. And then I’m going to show you why sex is the best part of sex.”
“O—okay. And I just lie here?”
“That’s exactly right.” He pressed his lips against me. It was through the fabric of my panties, but it was the single hottest moment of my life. My entire body reacted to the touch. Sparks of fire went off in my belly, making my blood itself feel like it was running hot. My back arched upward, and my lips parted. I held back a premature gasp of pleasure, but only barely.
If it felt this good through my panties, how was I going to handle what came next?
“I knew you would taste delicious.”
“Is that just something you say because it sounds hot, or do I really—”
“You really do,” he said with a soft chuckle. “Now stop talking and let me enjoy this.”
I wrinkled my nose at him but did as I was told. I plopped my head back on the pillow and bit down a nervous squeal when he slid my panties down.
There was no turning back now. Well, I guess I could’ve still turned back. It’s just that now I’d be completely naked while turning back, versus partially clothed, which didn’t seem like a very important distinction to make.
I braced myself for the moment when he’d put his mouth on me and shivered in surprise when his lips touched my inner thigh. He used his hands to push my legs open a little wider, giving him access to every inch of skin he could want. Kiss by kiss, he came closer to my waiting heat.
I was already rocking my body into his kisses when the soft warmth of his lips found my pussy.
It was too much. I’d held back the sounds of my enjoyment so far, but there was only so much I could take. The first of my moans spilled out of me like a whisper, but I knew they were going to get louder.