Chasing Secrets - Jessica Sorensen Page 0,12

that I know you like me biting your lip, I can try biting other parts of you.” He grazes his teeth along my earlobe.

I whimper again, gripping his sides.

“I take it you liked that,” he says with a drop of amusement.

I can barely focus on anything else but the tingles kissing every inch of my flesh, but I manage to bob my head up and down.

“Good pet,” he whispers.

I turn my head to glare at him, but he moves his mouth to the arch of my neck and bites the sensitive area. I gasp, digging my fingernails into his flesh as so many wonderful sensations spin through me that I can barely remember where the hell I am.

He kisses the spot softly before leaning back and looking me in the eye. “See? The truth isn’t so terrible, right?”

I’m still so riled up that my normal instinct to lie doesn’t come to me. “It’s not that the truth is so terrible,” I admit dazedly. “I just don’t like feeling clueless.”

He settles one of his hands on my waist then brushes strands of hair out of my face. “What do you feel clueless about?”

I shrug. “Stuff … Like kissing stuff … and other stuff … I don’t even know what I’m doing …” I bite down on my tongue as he struggles not to grin. “You know what? If you’re gonna laugh at me, just forget I said anything.” I move to step out of his hold, but he tightens his grip on my waist and holds me in place. Then he splays his fingers along my cheek and angles my face toward him.

“I’m not laughing at you,” he assures me.

“Maybe. But you were smiling amusedly at me.”

“That’s because you’re amusing.”

“You think my inexperience is amusing?” I question dubiously.

“Honestly?” he asks.

I nod, even though I think it’s more of a rhetorical question.

“Not really.”

I’m unsure how to respond to his statement or how I even feel about it, since I’m unsure what he even means.

And here comes clueless Harlynn, appearing in the worst of moments.

“To be even more honest,” he continues, “it makes me kind of nervous.”

“What?” That so wasn’t something I ever expected to come out of his mouth. “How?”

He elevates a shoulder. “I’m not used to having to be careful with a creature.”

“Oh.” I struggle not to frown. I feel like a freak of nature, but I guess that’s exactly what I am.

“Har,” he says, and my heart flutters at his use of my name. Well, a close version to it. “I don’t mean that in a bad way.” He grazes his fingers across my cheek. “I’m nervous because I want to be careful with you, but I’m worried I might fuck it up.”

“Oh.” I press my lips together. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I wouldn’t even know if you did. Plus, I know I fuck up a lot of things with my lack of knowing what I’m doing.”

“You don’t fuck up anything.” He wets his lips with his tongue, uncertainty written all over his face, which puzzles the hell out of me. “Can I be honest with you right now?”

While I want honesty, I’m a little afraid of it right now. What if he says that my inexperience is becoming too much of a pain in the ass for him? Or for all of them? I can’t help thinking about what I overheard him and Arrow talking about in the hallway, how they seemed undecided about something. But, not wanting to force him to lie to me, I nod. “Yeah, of course.”

He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, deliberating. “The truth is, I kind of like that you’re inexperienced. It gives me the chance to show you all sorts of new experiences.” He travels his hand along my side and up to my breast. “Like, just a few hours ago, when I touched you here and made you come undone.”

I bite down on my lip to stifle a groan.

“Don’t fight it,” he whispers. “I love hearing those little noises you make.” Then he slips his hand into the top of my corset and brushes his fingers across my nipple.

The groan escapes me then, and I grab on to him, feeling like I’m about to buckle.

“It doesn’t make me nervous in a bad way,” he continues. “It’s just new to me. You … How much I want you in ways I never knew were possible.”

I have no damn clue what to say to that, and truthfully, I