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“Maybe I don’t have to be,” he muses, half under his breath. “Maybe I can cite insanity. Because I haven’t even touched that tight little pussy and already I’m sunk. I can smell you, angel. I’m going to be hooked even before I’ve tasted it, aren’t I?” His hand creeps up another inch and a shudder courses through him.
Almost tentatively, reverently, his thumb ghosts over the wet cotton shielding my feminine core. A tiny cry ejects from my throat, followed by a full-bodied shiver.
“Jesus, you’re soaked,” he growls. Then he touches me again.
His movements are convulsive, like he can’t help himself. Like he’s hanging on by a thread.
Heat and longing and hunger pummel me and I teeter on my foot. “I…I can’t hold it,” I whisper.
He makes an incoherent sound in his throat as he continues with featherlight touches over my nether lips. My shaking intensifies.
“Please,” I beg.
He caresses me again, this time dragging the tip of his nail over my clit.
When my balance begins to shatter, he wraps one hand around my thigh and the other beneath my bent waist, easily holding me up. “Shhh, angel. I’ve got you.”
It’s all the warning I get before Jared surges forward and presses his open lips over my panty-clad pussy.
I gasp and shiver as he drags his tongue from my hole to my clit. My flailing hand find his shoulder and I hold on as he eats me out through my panties.
That ball of need expands in my pelvis, heating me up until I know I’m going to catch fire. But just when I think I’ll detonate, he pulls back.
He breathes like a man possessed, his eyes riveted between my legs. I look down and see the outline of my pussy framed against the wet white cotton.
“Damn, your cunt is so pretty,” he breathes, then almost compelled, he presses another kiss between my legs. “I’m going to enjoy fucking it, aren’t I?”
I have no answer for him, becauseyesfeels like I’m giving up my virginity too easily to the man who’s captured me despite every bone in my body wanting this.
Nofeels disingenuous because in this moment, I want this man more than I’ve wanted anything else in my life. Maybe even more than my dancing.
“Not going to answer me, little girl?”
I shake my head, more to clear it than in answer. He chuckles again, the sound adding to the many things I find so attractive about him.
“Dance again for me,” he rasps. Then, he adds, “Please.”
I tell myself it was thepleasethat swings it. But really, after seeing the effect my dancing had on him earlier, I would’ve done it without the courteous addendum.
Because that effect was powerful.
But more than that, it might beusefuldown the line.
So I straighten up as he restarts the music.
But before I can move, he captures my calf again. “Same as before but without the panties this time,” he says.
My jaw gapes, fireworks igniting all over again. “I…” Whatever feeble protest dies on my lips at his tightening hold and by the force of my own need. There’s almost an inevitability about what’s happening.
I no longer believe Jared Prince is a total monster.
He’s a mercurial recluse who has everything at his fingertips and yet seems rageful and unhappy.
And I’m attracted to the thought of being the one thing he’s utterly enthralled by.
Besides, he’s the only man who’severcaused my insides to tingle in this insane way. My gaze drops to his lap, to the rod standing upright, thick and glorious and terrifying.
The thought of having that thing inside me…maybe make that ache go away…is a chance I’m dying to explore.
