“I don’t think so.”
“You’re beautiful and there is no need to be shy. My nakedness does not embarrass me. Your nakedness makes me hurt with wanting to touch you.”
“Well, you work out and you’re in perfect shape. I’m not.”
“I like your shape. It is a turn-on.” Smiley moved her wrists, lifting them high, and then bent them until her hands touched the back of the couch. “Hold on right here and don’t let go. Close your eyes if it helps you relax, Vanni. You’ll enjoy what I do to you.” He lowered his voice and murmured, “Please?”
“We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s too fast.”
“I’ll go slower. Will you hold on to the couch?”
She dug her fingers into the cushion. He eased his hold on her wrists and stunned her by gripping her hips and yanking her closer to him. It spread her thighs and he turned his hip, pressed between her knees and widened them. She looked down and bit back a curse. The shirt had bunched at her belly, leaving her completely exposed from the waist down. It was bright in the living room and everything was in perfect clarity.
He lowered his chin to stare at the V of her thighs. “Beautiful. I can’t wait to taste you.”
She tensed. “I know people do that but I don’t.”
His head snapped up and his eyes widened. “What?”
“Oral sex, right?” She figured her cheeks were probably neon red at that point. “I don’t. I’ve never.”
He just continued to gape at her. It made her feel kind of like a freak, as if something were wrong with her. She felt the need to explain.
“I have given. I just don’t get.” She released the couch cushion and tried to grab her shirt to shove it down but he captured her wrists again, holding them in place.
“Stupid human males. What was wrong with them?”
“It just never happened.” She tried to wiggle away but it was hard to do with her wrists being held and Smiley’s hips between her knees.
He shook his head. “I’m not letting this go. Grab the couch again and hold still.”
“I’m not comfortable with that.”
“You will be by the time I’m done.”
“Let go.”
“Not a chance.” They stared at each other until he lifted her arms again. “Grab.” He pressed her hands against the top of the couch. “Close your eyes if it helps. We are going to do this.”
She shook her head. “You just wanted to see and now you want to do more than that.”
“You’re shy. You don’t like males to see you naked or to have your pussy exposed?”
“That’s right.”
Smiley’s pretty eyes lit with amusement. “I sent Wager away from the front door but there is another guard posted in the backyard. I didn’t make him go away.”
“Why are you telling me that?”
“He’ll rush in here if you yell out. We’d have company in less than thirty seconds.” He tilted his head toward the slider. “He’d smash through it thinking I was harming you, which I’d never do. You don’t want him to see you naked, do you?”
“No!”
“Keep that in mind. Be very quiet, my little Vanni. I’m going to show you what you have missed. Otherwise they will rush in here to save you from me.”
She gasped when he suddenly released her wrists and gripped her rib cage. He lifted, pulling her right off the couch. He was strong enough to lay her on the carpet before she realized what he intended. He lifted up, let go of her and then gripped her behind her knees. He bent them up and spread them as he slid lower. She couldn’t miss the grin on his face right before he lowered it precariously close to her sex.
Her mouth opened but she remembered his warning. He reminded her in case she’d forgotten though.
“Relax for me, little Vanni. You will enjoy this. Try to keep quiet. I’m not shy about sex but you are.”
“Smiley, whatever you’re going to do, don’t. I—”
She gasped again when he ignored her and all she could see was the top of his head. The feel of his tongue swiping across her clit was something she wasn’t prepared for. It was hot and wet, the slightly rough texture a shock to her system. It felt good though, as a sensation of extreme pleasure jolted upward. Every muscle in her body seemed to go rigid.
He rumbled again, creating vibrations. She clawed at the carpet, forgetting how to breathe. He closed his mouth around that tiny area and applied more pressure with his tongue, rubbing it back and forth.
Vanni moaned. “Oh god.”
That seemed to encourage him because he grew more aggressive. His mouth clamped down firmly and he sucked on her clit. His tongue pushed against the sensitive bundle of nerves without mercy. Vanni thrashed her head and had to use her hand to cover her mouth to muffle the sounds she made. She felt as if he’d hooked her to a live electrical wire.