Take a Chance on Me(60)

No. She would not get distracted. She had a point to make.

“Yes,” he said, his breath hot against her neck. “But if you’re determined to talk yourself out of what you want, there’s nothing I can do about that.”

“I’m not.” She wasn’t. She just didn’t like it and he wouldn’t listen.

He shifted to the side, and to her annoyance she missed the heat of his body pressing into hers. He clasped one of her hands and brought it down over her head to rest between her legs. This time, his palm covered hers and forced her middle finger to slide inside her core, right along with his. “Feel that?”

She gulped. She was hot. Wet. Too wet.

Something must have shown in her expression because he pressed harder, pushing her deeper as her own excitement slicked her skin.

He leaned down and licked a circle over her nipple, and her inner muscles clamped down, practically milking her finger in enthusiasm. He nipped at her nipple, causing another undeniable ripple before he blew across the aching tip. “You don’t know what you like, Maddie.”

“And you do?” She panted out the words.

“Not yet, exactly,” he said, flicking the hard bud with his tongue. “But I’ve got a damn good idea.”

“I don’t like that,” she said stubborn.

He moved their fingers inside her, a slow lazy pump that heated her blood. “You could have fooled me.”

“I said no.”

He slid them out of her body, releasing her and swirling a thumb over her clit. She jerked, a soft gasp escaping before she could push it back.

“Yes, that’s what your head says.” Mitch sucked her nipple into his mouth, pulling deep and strong, and the sensation shot straight to the bundle of nerves between her legs where he stroked with feather lightness. He lifted his head. “But you keep rocking your * into my hand just the same.”

A shocked, heated flush spread over her entire body. “No.”

“Yes. You were just too busy talking to pay attention.” With eyes dark as burnished gold, he met her gaze. “Let’s try a little experiment, okay?”

She didn’t like the sound of that, but was so embarrassed she couldn’t do anything but squeak.

He kissed her, a short, fleeting over-too-soon kiss. “I’m going to go down on you for fifteen minutes. If you still don’t like it at the end, I’ll never do it again. Sound reasonable?”

Well, when he put it like that, she’d look foolish to refuse.

After all, he wasn’t hurting her, and at the end of fifteen minutes, she wouldn’t have to endure any more humiliation over this again. She nodded.

He gave her one of those trademark sinful smiles that never failed to make her weak in the knees and pointed to the bedside clock. “You can watch the time. Just tap me on the shoulder when the fifteen minutes is up.”

“Okay,” she mumbled.

He laughed, sliding down her body. Muscles taut, she braced herself, gaze glued to the red digital display. She’d expected him to go right to ground zero, but instead he brushed his lips along her inner thigh, first one and then the other. Nerves she’d believed numb quivered to life.

She watched the clock.

He licked the soft flesh. Nipped. Sucked.

Her core contracted. She bit her lip as her blood stirred.

His lips moved so softly over her skin, the pressure so light that she couldn’t help but crave more.

The red numbers on the clock changed. One minute.

He treated the other thigh to the same attention.

Her lashes fluttered and she stubbornly forced them open.

The urge to close her legs was impossible to resist, but he tightened his grip the second she tensed, not allowing her to move.

Two minutes.

He nibbled his way to the crease of her thigh, his breath hot against her folds. She braced herself, her eyes clinging to the red numbers as though they were her lifeline. But he didn’t go in; instead, he scraped his teeth against the taut tendon on her inner thigh, and she sucked in her stomach as desire shot through her.

Four minutes.

Her breath came a little faster as anxiety grew, tinged with pleasure. Her hips twitched as she fought the desire to force him to deepen the contact.

Six.

Finally, he licked, flicking his tongue along her slit. Involuntarily, her body arched, but she pressed her spine along the mattress, determined not to give in.

He chuckled, and she knew he hadn’t missed the movement.

He was mean. She’d make him pay. Later. Much, much later.

He dipped inside. Just a fraction.

Her nipples beaded once again into hard, almost painful peaks. A dark, wayward thought entered her mind. She wanted to stroke them, pull them, and pinch them as he’d done earlier. But she couldn’t do that.

Sure, she’d touched her breasts before, but never in front of anyone.

An image of his mouth between her legs and her playing with her nipples filled her mind with such erotic vividness that her inner muscles clamped down.

He moaned, causing a sinfully delicious vibration against her skin.

Her breath grew faster, and her lids grew heavy at his heady exploration.

Eight minutes.

He licked her clit and the nerves there jumped to life. She bit her bottom lip, fighting the cry that filled her throat.

He increased his pressure.