Blacklisted (Loveless, Texas #3) - Jay Crownover Page 0,80

when I took the initiative, no matter how clumsy or wholesome the gesture came across.

“I forgive you. Now take me to bed.”

Chapter 17

Shot

I kissed Presley the entire way to her bedroom. My clothes joined hers on the hallway floor, leaving a scattered trail to the back of her apartment. I considered it a win that she was now comfortable enough with me that she didn’t seem fazed at all being naked outside of the bathroom or the bedroom. She still had moments of shyness I found utterly endearing and sweet, but I liked that she was getting bolder and more obvious when it came to her wants and needs. Watching her come into her own was beautiful, and I fully believed one day she was going to see herself the way others did instead of through the eyes of a scared, ostracized child who grew into a reserved, cautious woman. Not only was she like a butterfly breaking free of a cocoon, she was also learning how to spread those big, beautiful wings so she could fly.

Her hands skimmed over my skin, her nails scraping lightly over the designs inked on my ribs and across my stomach. Every hurried step brought my straining cock into contact with her soft skin. It was already so hard it hurt in a good way, and the brief contact had the slit slippery with excited wetness. I didn’t bother to turn on the lights in her bedroom. I’d spent plenty of time in the room lately, so I could find my way without being able to see everything clearly. I also knew my way around her body by feel and by taste. I could find the soft spot behind her ear that drove her crazy even if I was blindfolded. I could feel the way her nipples tightened and the way her body shivered in the darkness. I could hear the way her breathing hitched and then came out in an excited rush, and I knew she was excited without being able to see her eyes or the rosy flush covering her pale skin.

When we reached her bed our kisses slowed, and it was more like we were breathing each other in as our lips touched. I ran a hand down her hair and across her back. I put the other on her backside and pulled her flush against me. There was no hiding how my body reacted to her, or her gasp when she felt the hot length of my erection trapped between our bare bodies. Her hands curled around my biceps and her lips landed on the edge of my jaw. She kissed her way to my ear, and I swore quietly when her tongue flicked out to trace along the outer shell. My ears weren’t as sensitive as hers, but it still felt nice. I liked it when she played with the silver hoops dangling from the lobe. I liked when she showed her sweet side, and she seemed to appreciate all the things about me that were different from all the other men who had briefly been in her life.

I groaned when she slid a hand between us and wrapped it around the rigid flesh pressing eagerly against her stomach. She gave my cock a playful little squeeze before dragging her thumb through the moisture leaking from the tip and spreading it around in a smooth glide. She stroked her hand up and down, making the muscles in my stomach clench in pleasure and forcing me to lock my knees when they became slightly watery. I pulled back just enough so she could move her hand up and down unhindered, and closed my eyes so I could enjoy the sensation. Her hold was delicate and light, a feather-like touch I felt all the way to my bones. I enjoyed the way she handled me like she was afraid she might hurt me, or that I would break if she was too rough. No one treated me like I was fragile, not in my whole life, until she came along. It was a precious experience, so I didn’t tell her I could handle so much more. It was fun letting her find her own way and figure things out. I was happy to be her sexual learning curve.

I groaned when she tightened her hand and used her thumb to trace along the throbbing vein that ran along the underside of my cock. Now, that spot was extra sensitive, and I liked