The Matchmaker's Playbook(71)

“Yes,” she whispered.

“I don’t believe I asked you a question, sweet cheeks.”#p#分页标题#e#

With shaking hands, she touched my sides, then my hips, where my jeans were already hanging painfully low, and then she reached for the button. She made new definitions for torture as she slowly played with the zipper and then said, “I’m saying yes.”

“You’ll have to be more specific.”

My dick jumped to full attention as her fingers grazed the front of my jeans.

Gritting my teeth, I hissed. “You can do better than that.”

I didn’t expect her to slip a wicked little hand into my jeans and grab me.

But she did.

And the small part of my brain that told me this was a bad idea, that it would change things forever, died as she squeezed.

“Better?” she asked.

“Don’t stop touching me,” I said through clenched teeth. Her innocence was staggering, but more than that, the innocent way she explored my body was enough to set me off before any sex even took place.

There was something to be said about being with the right girl.

Waiting for the right moment.

She grunted and then pulled her naughty little hand back. “I think you should take off your jeans.”

“You think?” My eyebrows rose.

She leveled me with a glare, then gave my jeans a damn hard tug. “Take them off.”

“Did you just boss me around? In your bedroom?” I smirked, enjoying the way her cheeks reddened.

She reached for me again.

“Whatever you say,” I groaned. “I’m yours.”

I slid my jeans off slowly. I wanted to do everything slow, to give her time to change her mind but also to make sure she knew without a shadow of a doubt what she’d be saying no to.

She sighed loudly. “I’m disappointed.”

“What?” I had to fight to keep myself from yelling. When had a girl ever said that to me?

She gave me a teasing smile. “I thought for sure you wore an old-school Speedo.”

“That’s it.” I grabbed her by the ass and tossed her over my shoulder, marching her over to the bed. “Teasing time’s over . . . at least for you.”

I flopped her onto her back and crawled up her body, my erection painful, my vision blurring from want.

Blake licked her lips.

“Do that again,” I instructed.

“What?”

“Lick your lips. While I lick you.” I winked and lowered my line of sight so she’d get the idea of exactly where I was going to lick her. “Trust me.”

I could still make out the blush on her cheeks in the dark. Damn, I wanted her response to always be one of wide-eyed innocence.

“What do you mean when you—?”

I ignored her embarrassed protests. They died across my lips as I worked her into a heated frenzy that had her reaching for my hair and tugging it so hard that I growled. My mouth trailed up and down her neck, then lower, and finally, I got the first taste of her—the first real taste. Her hips bucked.

“What are you doing?”

“I should think that would be obvious.” I pressed my hands against her hips to keep her from somehow giving me a black eye. “I’m making love to you—with my mouth.”

Another moan from Blake as her body writhed, and then her hands were tugging against my head so hard I started chuckle against her, which of course made her moan louder.

“Of course you’d be demanding in bed,” I muttered after she floated off into orgasmland. I moved up the bed and eyed her with amusement. “Are you still saying yes?”

“What was that?” Her eyes were glazed, her lips swollen. God, I could just devour her—in fact, I was planning on doing that very thing as soon as she was ready.#p#分页标题#e#

“Oh, that?” I winked, then kissed her sensuously across the mouth, still tasting her, not wanting the taste to go away, afraid that after tonight it would. “That was round one.”

“How many rounds are there?” Her eyes were hopeful.

“For you?” I pulled back. “As many as you can handle. And then . . . more.”

“Ian?”

“What?”

“I want to make you feel that way.”

“You do.” And that was the truth. I was nursing an erection, a.k.a. blue balls of steel, and she did make me feel that way, just by allowing me to pleasure her, to bring her to the brink of madness.

Blake leaned up on her elbows, then reached for me. “I want you to feel that way . . . right now.”

“Blake . . .” I wanted sex. I always wanted sex. From her? I wanted endless hours of sex. But . . . somewhere along the way, I’d completely fallen for more than just the promise of filling her tight body. I wanted more. I craved something beyond the physical, and it was scaring the shit out of me.