Loverboy (The Company #2) - Sarina Bowen Page 0,80

groans. “You always were a good student, Paxton. Fine, fine. On your back. It’s time for your next lesson in fun.”

That sounds okay to me, and I lie back on the bed. Gunnar’s eyes travel over my lingerie, and I feel the weight of his gaze like a physical force. He’s awakened the sensual part of my personality, and I hadn’t even known it was sleeping.

“Try this for me—reach up and hold onto the headboard slats,” Gunnar says. “And don’t let go. I’m asking you to restrain yourself, if you can.”

“All right,” I agree. “Do your worst.”

He stretches out between my legs, his mouth dropping lazy kisses near my navel. There’s nothing better than the sight of his powerful shoulders bunching as he teases me with soft kisses and scruffy cheeks.

His hair looks so soft, and I have the urge to run my fingers through it. But I leave my hands where he’s ordered me to put them. And he was right. This is fun.

Then Gunnar picks up one of the abandoned scarves, and I wait to see what he’ll do. First, he holds it up and drags just the corner across my belly. The touch of cool silk is so light that I get goosebumps immediately. “You’re giving me chills.”

“Yeah?” he says, dragging it across my skin again. “Well, you’re giving me some big ideas. Let’s try one more thing.” He lifts the scarf and gently covers my eyes with it. “Can I tie this?”

“Sure, as long as my hands are free.” I’m happy to give one of his ideas the green light, even if I feel silly as he ties the silk behind my head.

“If you change your mind, just knock it out of the way, baby,” he says.

“Got it.” The silk blocks my view of his rugged face, which is a crying shame.

But then Gunnar kisses me suddenly.

Oh.

Oooh.

Ohhhh.

Wow. So that’s why blindfolds are fun. I can’t see his approach, so each kiss is a surprise. I find myself arching off the bed, hungry for more. But I don’t let go of the bed to reach for him.

“Good girl,” he whispers, and the sound is unpredictably close. His breath in my ear gives me chills. All my senses are dialed up to eleven. All I can do is lie still and experience this.

And what an experience it is. I receive another kiss, but it’s over before I’m ready. His mouth wanders sweetly down my neck, and my goosebumps redouble. I toss my head to the side to give him better access. But I can’t predict where that tongue will land next.

It’s thrilling.

Gunnar goes on to pleasure me in random, delightfully unexpected places. One nipple gets a kiss. Then my hip bone. The other nipple is sucked suddenly but firmly into his mouth, which makes me gasp.

“So sexy,” he whispers, smoothing his hands down my body, as if I’m a fine object he’s inspecting. I can feel his gaze on my nakedness, but I can’t see it. My body has become his plaything, and it feels extra dirty in all the best ways.

I arch my back, putting myself on display for him. I’ve never felt so wanton in my entire life. Or so beautiful.

My ex was dead wrong. I’m a whole lot of fun, and I’m about to be even funner. Because Gunnar chooses that moment to brusquely grasp my legs and part them, his big hands repositioning me for his pleasure. A series of light kisses lands at my inner thigh, climbing toward bliss. I feel the heat of his breath just shy of where I need his mouth. And then …

Nothing. Gunnar waits, without touching me. I let out a huff of frustration and hear his answering chuckle. My thigh muscles clench. The expectation I feel is almost unbearable.

He clicks his tongue with a soothing sound. Then a roughened palm sweeps up my leg, and one thumb strokes me casually right where I need him.

With a moan and a roll of my hips, I seek more contact with his naughty hand. He strokes me sweetly, making soothing sounds. It’s lovely, but it’s not enough. And when his tongue finally flattens between my legs I cry out in happiness.

This is a revelation. Good sex has nothing to do with technique, does it? It’s all about desire and connection.

I have so much desire for Gunnar Scott. And miracles must be real, because he has so much desire for me. Every shocking little thing he does makes me moan—every lick