Page 79 of Cruel Games

“Do you like them?” I stepped out of my jeans and gave him a twirl.

Two large hands landed on my ass, and his lips clamped on my neck. “I love everything about you.”

The press of his lips against my sensitive flesh made desire skitter down my spine. Heat gathered between my legs, and I squeezed them together. Kendrick’s hands slid around my front. One stroked my belly, and the other cupped my breast.

His heavy breaths filled my ears, and my own breaths came in heavy pants. He explored my body with deliberate slowness, never slipping his fingers under my lingerie, not even when I gave him encouraging moans.

Two of his fingers slipped between my legs, and my breaths shallowed. I needed them parting my wet folds, caressing my clit, and sliding into my core. But Kendrick was too much of a gentleman to venture under my panties, and I wasn’t about to push a virgin beyond his limits.

“Can I take off your bra?” he whispered.

“Only if you take off your boxers.”

He chuckled. “That hardly seems fair.”

“Maybe you’re right.” I folded my arms around my back and unhooked my bra.

Kendrick slid the fabric off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Rubbing his hardness against my ass-cheeks, he massaged my breasts with soft strokes. “You feel so good.”

“Try putting them in your mouth,” I murmured.

He turned me around and stared into my eyes. His pupils were blown, and his irises narrowed into tiny rings of gray. Without a word, he engulfed my nipple in his hot mouth.

My knees trembled, and I held onto his strong shoulders for support. Kendrick licked and sucked my nipple as though I might tell him to stop. No, fucking way. Tonight, I’d go along with whatever he wanted, and I wouldn’t even try to push for more.

A moment later, he paused and glanced at a spot on my noticeboard. My stomach dropped. Had I pushed him too far?

I took hold of his large hand and gave it a hard squeeze. “What’s wrong?”

His gaze darted to me and back to the noticeboard. “I’m not sure how to ask.”

“After coming to my rescue tonight, you can ask me for anything.”

He swallowed. “I…” His gaze turned to a spot on the bed before fixing on my eyes. “I’d like to further what we’re doing.”

I didn’t ask him if he was sure. A culmination of three months without sex and a bunch of frustrating encounters with Orlando and Maxwell had pushed me to the point where I needed a fuck more than food or water.

Pressing a kiss on Kendrick’s hot neck, I reached into his boxers, wrapped my hand around his thick erection, and let the garment drop to the floor. He threw his head back and moaned, the sound going straight between my legs.

“Lilah,” Kendrick said between panting breaths. “If you keep touching me like that—”

“Shhh.” With a palm pressed firmly against his chest, I walked him back toward the mattress and pushed him down to sit. For such a big, muscular guy, he was surprisingly pliant.

Kendrick stared up at me through wide eyes. Rapid breaths rushed through his parted lips, and his broad chest expanded and contracted as he breathed. Fuck, he was just like Maxwell but without the tattoos and piercings. Like Maxwell but without the arrogant swagger and the double-dealing.

Running my hands over his shoulders, I murmured, “I want you so much.”

“Really?” he whispered.

I dropped down on my knees and settled between his legs, my gaze fixed on his gorgeous, thick erection. Precum gathered on its slit, and my tongue darted out to lick my lips.

“Lilah.” His gray eyes rounded. “You’re not going to—”

With a flick of my tongue, I swiped off the glistening liquid. Kendrick’s hands tightened around my shoulders, and he hissed. “Oh, my!”

The exclamation brought a smile to my lips, and I opened my mouth and sucked on his cock-head. Kendrick let out a long, sexy groan that made my nipples tighten.

“Lilah!”