The First Taste (Slip of the Tongue #2) - Jessica Hawkins Page 0,17
demonstrate.” I slide both palms up her thighs until my fingertips brush lace. I peek under her skirt. “You sure you weren’t planning on getting lucky tonight?”
“Definitely not.”
“You’re wearing black lace underwear and your legs are as smooth as glass.”
She smirks. “They aren’t the only part of me that’s smooth.”
My cock, already awake, springs to attention. I dig my fingertips into the soft skin of her thighs, imagining what I’ll find when I peel her underwear away. “You just happen to be ready for me?”
She takes a long sip of her drink, sets it down, and sits forward to take my face in her hands. “I didn’t do it for you.”
Maybe I should feel threatened, but I don’t. She’s made it clear there’s no one else, and if there were, as worked up as I’m getting, I could run laps around him. If fucking were running, that is. “Who’s it for then?”
“Me. I wear expensive lingerie and wax myself because it makes me feel good. Not because I hope it’ll get me a man.”
I arch one eyebrow and suddenly, it’s clear as day: this is what drew me to Amelia from the start. Her amazing figure and her sweet red lips didn’t hurt, but with confidence like hers, I can’t help wondering where it comes from. I’m about to reach the source of it, my hands creeping higher. “You don’t need a man to feel sexy.”
“Does that scare you off?” she asks.
“No, but thanks for trying.”
I tease the skin under the band of her panties where her thigh and hip meet. She bites her lip. I want inside that mouth. I want inside her walls tonight, even though they’re high. It’s been so long since I was this attracted to someone. “It’s fine if you don’t need me,” I say, “but I need you.”
She wiggles under my feather-light touch, smiling a little. “No you don’t.”
“Yeah. I do.” I slide my finger down the elastic. “I need you tonight. Will you let me in?”
She wraps her hand around my wrist to hold me still, spreads her legs a little wider, and rolls her hips once. I don’t need more invitation than that. I touch her gently with the pads of two fingers. It isn’t fair for me to ask for more than this, especially because I’ll be gone in the morning, and I won’t look back. But I’m old enough to know there are two kinds of sex. You can see the person you’re inside of, or you can do everything in your power not to. The sex I’ve had lately is the latter. It has to be. That doesn’t mean I like it that way. I miss connecting with my partner when we’re intimate.
No, it isn’t fair to ask to be let in, but I need something with Amelia, even if it’s small. “Don’t hold back,” I say. “Promise me.”
“I think it’s been too long for me to try and control myself,” she says, her voice already tenuous, hinting at the passion building beneath the surface. “I’m likely to fall apart in your hands right now.”
My heart thumps. It isn’t what I meant, far more physical than emotional, but the thought of her dissolving for me gets me going. I want to undo her, mess up her perfect hair, chase away the tension in her muscles, smear her makeup. I swallow dryly and realize I’m breathing through my mouth again.
“Are you all right?” she asks.
“Yeah.” Patience gone, I push her panties aside and really feel her. Her chest rises and falls a little faster, her forehead creases as she draws her eyebrows together. We maintain eye contact despite the rawness of the moment. She’s hot against the tips of my fingers, but not as wet as I’d like. I tease her, watching her expression. She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth as I press into her warmth—her armor’s not as impenetrable as I thought. Because of her hard shell, it feels like a win.
With my other hand at the back of her head, I pull her mouth to me. I taste the whisky on her tongue and push a finger inside her. She slickens around me. I add another, feeling her from the inside. Though our lips are mashed together, we don’t kiss, simply breathing together and finding a rhythm, her grinding on my fingers as I flick them inside her. I want to fuck—I don’t need any more convincing. She’s got to be good and ready for me,