Most Valuable Playboy(45)

She nods and bites her lip as if she’s holding something in. Her worry curls around my heart, charges through my body. Wanting her is simply a fact in my universe. It’s gravity. It’s the moon spinning around Earth. I’m barely thinking of our history, of all the ways our lives overlap. I’m only thinking of the next few minutes, and how good I can make her feel.

I lift her chin so she looks me in the eyes. “I won’t hurt you. I want to make you feel good.”

“You do make me feel good,” she says, clasping my cheeks in her soft hands. “That’s what’s freaking me out.”

I drop a kiss to her nose then dust my lips across hers in a promise. “Let me make you feel even better.”

She shivers as she ropes her arms around my neck. Her eyes glitter with lust. “What would you do?” Her voice is feather-soft, an invitation.

With her on my lap, looking at me as she plays with the ends of my hair, my entire body hums. I bury my face in her neck, blazing a trail of kisses that makes her squirm as I lick a path to her ear then back to her lips, whispering against them, “I want to kiss you . . . everywhere.”

That last word hums between us. It slips back and forth between our mouths. With my lips, I press everywhere into hers, and she kisses it back to me.

“Everywhere,” she repeats, her mouth sliding over mine. Her voice is raspy; the word sounds as if she’s been hypnotized by it. It sounds like a prayer.

“Will you let me?” I ask, my fingers straying down her body to the hem of her shirt.

She sits up straight. “What about you? Your vow of chastity?”

“The way I see it, if I keep it in my pants, I can still touch you without breaking the vow.”

Her eyes drift to my crotch. “I can’t touch you?”

I shake my head. “This isn’t about me.”

“Cooper.”

“Violet.”

“Are you sure?”

“Look, I want to be totally blunt—my dick isn’t coming out to play. But what part of I want to kiss you everywhere involves my dick? None of it. The things I want to do to you, I want to do with my tongue and my lips. Will you let me?”

She inhales sharply. “Will I let you? How is that even a question?”

“You still haven’t answered me,” I say, as she slips off my lap and scoots backward along the couch, moving her head toward the armrest. I slide her along the rest of the way, laying her flat across the cushions, setting a pillow under her head. I straddle her, my palms by her shoulders. I raise an eyebrow. “Do we have a yes, Violet?”

“Are you really going to do this to me? And I can’t touch you?”

“Do you want to touch me?” I ask, dragging my hard length between her legs. She’s so warm already, and I can feel the heat of her arousal through our clothes.

She answers with a lift of her hips against me. She loops her arms around my neck. “I do want to touch you.”

I bring my mouth to the hollow of her throat. I lick her there, drawing her taste into my mouth, then kiss along her neck, sucking on her jaw until her body arches into me again and again, begging me.

“Another time for me. Let me touch you,” I whisper.

“Yes. God, yes. Please.”

We stop talking about getting hurt, and who’s touching who, and what any of this means once I unbutton her jeans. I tug them down her hips, and each inch is a revelation—of flesh, of curves, of femininity.

“My God, it gets better and better.” Her purple panties are tiny, with illustrations of zebras on them. They’re unbearably sexy and ridiculously adorable at the same time. Like her. I love a good pair of black lace underwear, but I love these because she’s not trying too hard. She is sexy, and she is sweet because she wears purple panties with zebras.

“Victoria’s Secret has some damn cute panties,” she says.

I place my hands together in prayer. “Please God, I’ve been a good boy. Let me help pick next time you go shopping.”

“Let’s see how good you can be,” she says, a naughty glint in her amber eyes.

“Challenge accepted.”

I peel her jeans down the rest of the way, savoring the view of her bare legs. She kicks off the jeans, and as I drag my gaze along her long, lush frame, my hands tremble. I want to do right by her. I want to worship her and make her feel adored.

As I crawl back up her body, my hands trail along her legs, tracing a path up the soft flesh. She shudders in the wake of my touch then gasps when I drag a finger across the damp panel of her panties. My cock is thick and begging to come out. But that’s not in the cards. Tonight is for her pleasure and hers alone.