week or so, rolling it on.
I hover over her, lowering my mouth to hers as I drop my hips in the cradle of hers. Immediately her legs wrap around my hips.
“Please, James.”
“Fuuuck, Lissie,” I groan when I feel the heat of her, as I slide inside her body. “I planned on taking my time.”
Her legs tighten around me and her hands slide down to my ass as she chuckles with her face tucked in my neck.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
CHAPTER 10
Lissie
OH MY GOD.
I don’t even recognize myself.
The moment Yuma rolls off me to get rid of the condom, after a sweet brush of his lips on mine, I turn the opposite way.
I’ve never been one to be forward—or particularly adventurous—sexually. I don’t even think I particularly enjoyed sex, which makes it even more mind-boggling that I would initiate it like some dyed in the wool seductress. Okay, technically he did when he told me to take him to bed, but I’m the one who ripped off her clothes and went down on her knees in front of him.
I can’t believe I did that.
My only excuse is I may have known he was fit and good-looking, but I wasn’t really prepared for the full effect of him standing naked in front of me. The man is so gorgeous it should be illegal, and with his rugged looks and those tattoos giving him an aura of danger, he made my bad boy fantasy come true.
“I’d pay a fuckofalot more than a penny to know what’s going on in that head of yours,” he says, climbing in bed behind me, still a bit breathless from his release minutes ago. I’m not so sure I can even speak. I think I screamed.
Oh my God. What if someone heard me?
“That’s enough,” he grumbles, propping up on one arm and rolling me on my back with the other. The inhibition I was lacking earlier is back as I quickly pull up the sheet to cover myself. Something that doesn’t go unnoticed. “Whatever you’re thinking…stop it.” He grabs my chin and turns me to face him. “Not doing much for my ego here, Babe.”
I roll my eyes. “Nothing wrong with your ego.”
“Talk,” he urges.
There’s no avoiding his penetrating blue eyes and after a few moments I give in.
“I don’t do this. This isn’t me.” I can see I’ve confused him. “The whole sexy vixen thing, I’m not like that.”
“Bullshit.”
“It isn’t.”
He cups my face with a hand. “Babe, you’re the most effortlessly sexy woman I know.” His fingers drift down my neck and over my chest, pulling down the sheet until he has my breasts uncovered. “These…” He cups one, bending down to flick the tip with his tongue. “…are perfect.” Sliding his hand down my belly, he presses a kiss on the slight swell. “Soft,” he mumbles as he slowly slides down my body, pushing the covers out of his way.
I force myself to lie still while he briefly plays his fingers through the neatly trimmed patch of curls before leisurely exploring every bump and dimple of my generous thighs. As a lights out kind of girl, this kind of close scrutiny should have me running for the hills, but his quiet, almost reverent, attention to every part of me is addictive.
My breath halts when he spreads my legs, fitting the width of his shoulders between them.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, almost to himself before he blows lightly. The touch of his breath on parts of me still sensitive has me inhale sharply and I reach for his head. His eyes shoot up to mine. “Lift your arms above your head, Lissie.”
I slowly do as he asks, bracing my hands against the wall.
Holding my gaze, he spreads me with his thumbs and licks along my crease, flicking the tip of his tongue over my clit, his beard lightly abrasive against my skin. I hiss at the electric charge it sends through my body. So sensitive.
“Effortlessly sexy,” he rumbles, and I can feel the vibration of his voice against me.
Not many men have gone down there, and fewer still left an impression, but even with Yuma’s barely-there touches, he’s able to pull me out of my head and place me squarely back in my body.
My mouth drops open when he licks again, paying more attention to that bundle of nerves as he inserts a finger. His other hand presses down on my belly, keeping me anchored to the bed when my body wants to buck against his mouth.
It’s sweet torture as