Wet (A Real Man #25) - Jenika Snow Page 0,12
first, not really to tease her, but more so because I was barely hanging onto a semblance of control as it was.
I rubbed my fingers over the terrycloth, still staring into her face, fascinated at the look of pleasure that covered her. She rose on her toes, slightly moving that sweet spot away from my curious fingers, but then just as quickly lowered herself again.
I did groan then, a powerful one that ripped from my chest like a beast had been unleashed.
We hadn’t said anything for long minutes, but in this moment, nothing needed to be said. Our eyes and hands, breathing and pulses did all the talking.
As the seconds ticked by, I felt the material of her shorts start to dampen. I clenched my jaw hard enough it hurt, but I didn’t stop rubbing her through the fabric. I wanted to rip the damn things down her legs and see if she was as silky soft as I fantasized about… jerked off to. And even though I hadn’t touched her bare yet, I knew she’d go over the edge if I just gave a little pressure, rubbed a little harder, faster.
Any and all rational thought I’d ever had of her and staying away went right out the fucking window.
I was here with Pyper, the girl I was obsessed with… the girl who I loved.
I should tell her my intentions, but fuck, I hadn’t even known what they were when I followed her into the pool house. I let the alcohol give me balls of steel. I let the liquid courage lead the way, and I reached out and opened that door, stepping inside and closing us in together.
Before I let my fear take control, I had my hands back on her waist, turned her away from the wall, and then I was walking us over to the couch. She still had her hands on my biceps, but when we reached the piece of furniture, she sat down immediately. I stood above her, looking down, so fucking insane with my need for her, but also not sure this was really happening. It wasn’t like I thought I’d even get this far. I assumed she’d tell me to go when I closed us in here together. But no. She’d given herself to me, and I’d take whatever she had to offer.
I lowered my gaze down her body to her thighs. Her legs were closed, her hands on either side of her body, her nails clutching against the cushions. I had no idea what I even planned, but I knew what I wanted.
I wanted to taste her, to have my face buried between her thighs and see just how sweet she really was.
Stop me, Pyper. Because once I start, I won’t be able to control myself.
I meant to say those words out loud, but they were trapped in my mind. I was afraid to say them, that she would tell me to leave, that she’d come to her senses and say this was a mistake. But it wasn’t. God, it wasn’t a mistake.
And so I found myself falling to my knees in front of her, dragging my fingers over her delicate ankles, along the curve of her calves, and twisting my hands so they now rested on her knees. I gently flexed the digits against her soft, warm flesh, my gaze locked on her face. I held my breath as I started to pull her legs open. She gave me no resistance.
When her legs were partially open, I let myself look between them only for a second. The shadows washed over her and I couldn’t see much, but I imagined all the wicked things I’d be doing.
“Let me in, Pyper,” I said so softly I didn’t even know if she heard me. But a second later, she had her hands on the edge of her shorts. I was transfixed at the sight of what she was doing, and in rapt awe, I watched as she tugged the material down, lifting up ever-so-slightly to slide them down. I moved back on my haunches as she pushed them down her thighs, then her calves, and finally let them fall to her feet. Then she had her legs spread even wider.
My mouth dried at the sight.
“I am letting you in, Gio.”
Christ.
I found myself moving closer once more before I even realized I’d done the act. My palms covered her knees again, keeping her legs open, spreading them a touch wider so I could move between