“And if it makes you feel better,” he says, handing me a throw blanket, “you can strategically drape this anywhere you want. I’m not drawing porn.”
I flash a half-grin, marveling at the way he knows exactly how to put me at ease.
“No one will ever see it,” he promises. “My eyes only.”
I fall back on the bed and cover my eyes with my forearm. “Ugh. I don’t know.”
The bed creaks and shifts, like he’s coming closer to me. His deliciously masculine scent fills my lungs and the space around me is warmer. “We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way. But either way, I want to draw your beautiful, naked body, and you’re going to let me.”
I pull my arm from my face. “You’re so sure of yourself all the time. Doesn’t it get exhausting being so cocky?”
“I know what I am. I own it. And people respect me for it.” He climbs off the bed. “Now, take off your fucking clothes before I rip them off you.”
My body tingles the way it does just before I know I’m about to do something delightfully sinful.
Some might argue that submission is in my DNA. I’d say it’s not submitting when you want it just as bad.
I peel my clothes off article by article, teasing him, and he watches, feasting on me with his dark eyes. I glide naked across his bed, every soft fiber of the quilt brushing my sensitive skin and setting my nerves on high alert. There’s a warmth between my thighs, an arousal brewing.
Jensen worships me with his generous gaze, the rest of his face obstructed by his sketchpad. He gets to work immediately, starting with broad strokes and then filling them in as he goes along.
He pauses, sticking his pencil between his teeth and biting down before getting back to work. “Goddamn, Waverly, you’re sexy as fuck.”
I fight a smile and bury my face in my arm for a moment before peering over it once again.
“You’re going to have to stop doing that,” he says.
“Doing what?”
“Looking at me like that, like you’re trying to seduce me.”
“Maybe I am.”
“What would you know about seduction?” he teases. “You’re fresh off the boat, angel face. You’ve had sex all of one time.”
I roll to my side, exposing my breasts, and the cool air of his room awakens my nipples. I run my hand along them, tickling my palm. My legs draw up, bending at the knees.
“There are things you haven’t even experienced yet,” he says, his brows arched.
“I’m not going to blow you,” I proclaim, staring up at the ceiling.
He huffs. “Well, then, you’re missing out, because blow jobs can be just as satisfying for a woman as they are for a man, especially when I’m devouring your pussy at the same time.”
“I’m sorry if the idea of sucking on a penis doesn’t sound appealing to me.” My legs squeeze together at the knees, imagining the way his tongue could easily command my body.
“Well, when you put it that way…” He laughs. “Don’t knock it ‘til you try it, sweetheart.”
“Not interested. Sorry.” He’s not coercing me into being his little sex toy tonight. No free blow jobs for him.
“You’re challenging me. And now I have no other choice but to prove you wrong,” he says. His weight shifts off the bed, but by the time I look up to see where he’s gone, he’s lowered himself to his knees, his hands reaching between my thighs to spread my legs apart.
“What are you doing?” I try to squeeze my knees together, but he’s stronger than me.
His fingers find my folds, separating them, massaging my slit and circling around my sensitive nub. “Fuck. You’re wet as hell. You were wet before I even touched you.”
Before I have a chance to defend myself, a wet and warm sensation silences my thoughts. When I glance down, Jensen’s head is between my thighs. He takes long strokes with his tongue before circling and exploring every part of me in the most intimate way imaginable.
“Relax,” he whispers between licks. My legs fall wider, obeying his command. I’m submitting to him because this is the greatest feeling in the entire world. I’m at his mercy. I’ll do anything he says, as long as he doesn’t stop.
My breath quickens, my heart pounding with every lick, suck, and twirl. He’s a magician. My sex is pulsing and pounding as I try to fight off mini waves of orgasms that threaten to shorten this supernatural experience. I can’t come yet. I’m not ready. I won’t let myself.
Jensen’s hand inches up past my belly until he takes a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting just enough to provide a bit of a distraction. And then his warmth leaves me. No more tongue.