Forbidden Harmony (Harmony Falls #3) - Elizabeth Kelly Page 0,39

thing. Not every woman’s clit hood is pierceable, so I’ll need to look at your clit before I say yes.”

God, he loved the way she blushed.

“I – you’ve already seen it,” she said.

“No, I’ve touched it,” he corrected.

That made her hands clench into tight fists and her entire body gave a little shiver as if she were remembering that moment two days ago. His dick was as hard as a rock and straining against the front of his jeans. If she looked at his crotch, she’d see how much he wanted her. He wondered if she was wet, and he tried not to look too desperate as she returned to lying on her back and studying the ceiling.

“Okay,” she said.

“Okay, what?”

“You can look at me down there.”

He pressed his lips together to keep from smiling at her shyness. “I can look at your clit. Say it, Sunshine. Clear communication, remember?”

“You can look at my clit,” she said in a low voice.

His dick practically screamed hallelujah and he rolled his stool to the end of the table before she could change her mind. Now was the time to hand her a sheet to cover herself, instruct her to remove her skirt and panties and leave until she called for him.

Instead, he said, “Lift your skirt.”

He wondered if she could hear the harsh need in his voice.

Breathing hard, she pulled her skirt up around her waist. He stared at her panties as fresh lust roared through him. He had expected to see something lacy like her bra. Women like her always wore matching underwear sets. Instead of lace, her panties were cotton and light pink in colour. A tiny green bow adorned the waistband just below her belly button. They were sweet and practical, just like her. A silky scrap of a thong on a woman was usually what got his motor running but damn if the sight of those practical, soft pink panties didn’t make him want to come in his own jeans.

He was more than thankful she was still staring up at the ceiling and couldn’t see the way his hands were shaking. Willing himself not to rip those soft panties right off of her, he cleared his throat and said, “Hips up.”

She lifted her hips immediately, her slender body jerking when his fingers curled in the waistband of her panties. He pulled them down her thighs, his knuckles gliding across her satiny soft skin, and tugged them down her calves and off her feet.

She was panting harshly, and her legs were locked together. He resisted the urge to sniff her panties and instead folded them neatly and set them on top of the cart. He studied the small patch of auburn curls at the top of her pussy before grabbing her ankles. He pushed her legs up until her feet were resting on the bed. Her body was trembling like mad and he ran his fingertips down her shins.

“Open your legs, Addison.”

She made a low moan and parted her legs. He stared at her pussy and his cock twitched. She was wet. Soaking wet in fact. He squeezed his hands together in a tight fist before saying, “Wider, Sunshine.”

“I – I’m sorry?” she said.

“I need you to spread your legs nice and wide for me.” He stroked her inner thigh with the tips of his fingers.

She moaned again – he didn’t think she even realized the sounds she was making – and let her legs drop open.

“That’s my good girl,” he said in a low voice.

He stood and leaned over her, rubbing her inner thigh with one big hand as she stared up at him. Her nipples were hard, and he wanted to lean over and suck on her left one until she was making those same sweet cries she made two days ago.

Instead he stared down at her pussy again as she cleared her throat. “Does it, uh, look okay?”

“Your pussy looks perfect.” He was deliberately crude, a part of him loving the way it made her blush. She didn’t disappoint. He watched the red rise from her newly pierced nipple up her throat to her cheeks.

“I meant can it be pierced,” she whispered.

He smiled at her as his fingers traced circles on both her inner thighs. “Let me take a closer look.”

“A closer look?” she squeaked. “What do you – oh my goodness!”

His hands holding her thighs open, he bent until his face was hovering inches from his idea of heaven. He inhaled deeply – fuck, he