Page 12 of Clueless
“Why are you looking at me like that?”she asked, reaching for my belt buckle.
“Just wondering if there’s more to you than I thought.”
She laughed.“Like you, I have layers.But one night won’t give us much time to peel them back now, will it?”
Was she reminding me of my warning, or setting her own boundaries?I didn’t have time to question it when she pushed my jeans over my hips and cupped my erection with a sexy smile.
I curled my hands around her wrists when she reached for my black boxer briefs.
“What’s wrong?”she asked.“Second thoughts?”
I chuckled.“No way, baby.But if you touch me right now, there’s no way I’m going to be able to keep that promise I made.”
Knowing she’d only been with men who didn’t make her satisfaction a priority was a challenge to me.I didn’t think I’d ever get another shot with a woman like Grace, so I intended to make the most of it.And make sure I became the standard she used to judge other men.
She was on her knees, inching back on the mattress as she watched me.And when her hands glided over her body, skimming her breasts, before drifting to the apex of her thighs, I raised a finger in warning, shaking my head.
Grace bit her lip, while her eyes trailed over my body.“Damn.Do you even work, or just spend all day at the gym?”
I smirked before reaching for her.“I work.”Her skin was so soft under my rough hands, highlighting the differences between her life and mine.“With my hands.Feel those callouses?”
“Hmm.”She tipped her head back when I circled her nipple with my thumb.“I like.”
I had a feeling she’d only been with men who had hands as soft as hers.Who didn’t bear scars from fights.Or tattoos from days they’d rather forget.Burns from drunken nights— but I wouldn’t go there tonight.Not while I was with her.That shit would stay locked in the vault.
I lowered my head, squeezing her breasts together while using my mouth to make her moan.I teased her with my tongue, grazed with my teeth, sucked with my mouth, and made her beg with my technique.
“I want you,” she whispered in my ear.
She didn’t say she needed me.Because a girl like her would never need a guy like me.
I leaned down to grab a condom from the wallet in my jeans.Setting it on the nightstand, I winked at her.“For later.But first…”
She leaned back, raising her arms above her head.Completely at my mercy.And I was all about it.
My hands outlined her curves, memorizing every sexy inch of a body I never wanted to forget, knowing it would provide inspiration for every night I didn’t want to be alone between the sheets.
My beard scraped her skin, and I wanted to see the pinkish hue in the morning, reminding me she’d been well loved, probably for the first time.
I inched her legs apart and glanced up to see her blush.“What’s wrong, beautiful?”
She shook her head.“It’s just, um, not many guys I’ve been with have been into?—”
I didn’t let her finish before lashing her with my tongue.Knowing she’d been with selfish bastards in the past, only made me want to pleasure her more.To show her how incredible it could be when she let her guard down, and let the right man in.
“Taz…” Her arms were still above her head as she dug her heels into my back, bracing herself against the sensual onslaught.She was gasping as I edged her closer before retreating.
I glanced up and my eyes clashed with hers.She was pleading without words and I was making promises I vowed to keep.The build was slow as I treated her to an erotic game of cat and mouse.Never getting close enough to declare victory, but thrilling her with the high she was chasing.
Finally, I pushed her over the edge, and her reaction damn near did me in.The sweet sound of her my name on her lips, the way she clung to me, the lust-drunk look in her eyes, as I slid two digits deep inside of her and watched with satisfaction as she gasped from the invasion while fighting the sensitivity.
I swirled my finger around her sensitive core, watching with satisfaction as her mouth fell open, as she clutched the crisp white sheets.Every time her head hit the pillow from now on, I wanted her to see this, feel it, and want more of me.
“Taz, I can’t?—”
I silenced her protest with a kiss, taking her out of her head and guiding her back to her body.She may have been an expert at dissecting the mind, but I was a pro at telling what a woman needed.
The kiss was deep and passionate, my tongue mimicking my fingers as I grabbed the back of her head with my free hand, knotting her silky hair in my firm grip as she whimpered in my mouth.
