slowly to the sink. He slides his hands around to my ass and grips me tightly in his palms to pick me up and place me down on the countertop. I look into his eyes the entire time, unable to form coherent thoughts that do not revolve around the want between my thighs.
“Should I go easy on you?” He grips my bare thighs, slides his fingers down to my knees, and then parts my legs so he can ease between them. My arms hang uselessly at my sides. He reaches up and grasps my neck and jaw between his hands, nestling my face gently yet firmly in his grip.
The action feels so possessive and…hot.
How am I supposed to answer that? I can’t let him know how much I want him. It would be detrimental to my case. “I can take whatever punishment you give me.”
“Oh really?” He chuckles to himself. “Should I play along with those innocent hazel eyes or should I go with the heat I feel coming from between here?” His dark eyes become two gleaming pools as he slides his thumb along my inner thigh toward my core. He’s filthy right now. He reaches down and unzips his zipper. I refuse to look. “Get on your knees, Raina. I’m going to show you what I do with mouths this smart.”
This time I know I whimper. “Kent,” I squeak, having a sudden attack of panic. I’ve never done that before.
“That’s what I thought,” he growls. “Raina, don’t play with me. You’re not like all of those other girls so don’t try to be. The next time you use that smart mouth I’m going to make you regret it.”
How dare he tell me who I am and what I’m capable of doing? I refuse to let him think he won.
“I was going to ask if you could move so I could get on my knees. But if you’re too much of a coward…” I let it hang there and grab his waist, pulling him harder against me between my legs. Like last night, I can feel his erection through his shorts. I’m not the only one who’s affected here. I bite my lip to imprison my moan and meet his eyes boldly. Inside I’m quivering. I’ve never done this sort of thing with a guy before. I’m operating on instincts. The outcome could quite possibly blow up in my face.
The promise in his eyes makes a shiver race down my spine. “Lick your lips,” he orders gruffly.
I slowly moisten my mouth. He follows the movement. “Better?”
He nods, running his fingers over my wet lips. He presses into my bottom lip and pulls it down, earning yet another senseless whimper. “I’m going to kiss you. I’m going to kiss this smart sexy mouth so hard you’ll think twice before you ever use it again.”
Something akin to fire erupts inside of me. I grip his waist roughly as he tilts my head back. I realize as his lips come near me I want him to kiss me. I want Kent to kiss me so badly I am already moaning and he hasn’t even started yet.
He smiles right before his lips touch me. “I knew you wanted me.” And then his lips consume me.
He holds my jaw and applies a hint of pressure on my cheeks to open my mouth wider for him. His tongue slips inside immediately, and the sensation is so warm and silky in my mouth I stop thinking. For the first time in my life I am only feeling. He twists it around my tongue, earning a deep moan that rises all the way from between my legs. I arch against him and try to keep up with his lips, but he’s done this before. He’s knows what he’s doing. His lips are confident, damaging and unsympathetic as they lead me along. He kisses me so deeply the game between us is left in the dust.
I’m like a dog in heat. I claw at his shirt and give up. I don’t even know what I want. I want it. I need it. There’s a painful need between my legs that is building, deepening, urging me on as if it knows Kent Nicholson will satisfy it.
I’ve never been so out of control before. His mouth is insistent and rough. He pushes my legs apart wider with his hips and presses himself against me. On accident his erection touches me in the perfect spot and I break away from his