Untamed (A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance)(36)

His hungry hands devour my body, grope me, squeeze me, knead me. I feel his palms on my ass, my thighs, run up my sides into my armpits, making me shiver, feel warm, then hot.

I can feel his desire for me pressing through his pants, pressing against me, and I hold onto his neck with just one arm and send the other in between us, down his sculpted body, to cup him through his jeans.

His heated eyes tunnel into mine, flick down to my lips, and he captures them again, like he needs my lips to live.

I feel so wanted, so desired, it’s nothing I’ve ever felt before.

He sets me down, turns me around, then lifts my arms above my head. His fingers hook beneath my t-shirt, and he pulls it up over my head.

From behind me, he runs his hands tantalizingly down my body, cups my breasts, bites at the back of my neck and shoulder. He squeezes me, rolls my nipples softly, and I reach my hands over and behind me, run them through his hair.

He comes around my body, holds my hands behind my head, and he looks at me, my bared breasts, my body on display for him, and in his eyes I see a growing storm of desire.

Slowly, on my right arm, he kisses me from my elbow to my armpit, down my side, the wet dab of his tongue now and again setting my skin on fire.

He crouches down, and I lower my arms, grab onto his hair, watch and laugh as he takes the elastic of my pajama pants into his mouth, and he pulls it down slowly, his gorgeous eyes never leaving mine.

When I see my underwear, I say hastily, “Wait.”

He stands up, and I put my hands on his chest, not knowing how to say it. I figure I should just come out and say it.

“I’m… you know, it’s my first time doing something like this.”

“I won’t hurt you,” he says.

“I know you won’t. But… I guess I just don’t know what to do.” I feel so awkward and embarrassed saying it, so silly and stupid.

“Hey,” he says, taking my face into his hand. “Only do what you want to do.”

I nod at him, bite my lip. “I do want to.”

“Yeah?”

“But you should take charge.”

He grins. “I can do that.”

Duncan leans down, takes my lips in his again. I find myself surprised all over again at how soft they are, how gentle and yet forceful.

He guides me with his kiss, teases my tongue out, and our tongues dance and I wrap myself around him, feel the fire between us start to ignite again.

I love him holding me so close to him, feeling his body heat, the warmth of his breath, the touch of his fingers.

He moves me toward my bed, and I fall into it, and him on top of me, and he takes my arms and holds them above my head, leans up and looks at me for a moment.

My eyes travel down his body, sexy, tight, back up to his lips, his eyes.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he tells me, and the way he looks at me makes me believe it. He leans down, kisses my neck, along the length of my collar bone, and his hands sweep up my body to knead my globes, before lowering himself to my stiff nipple and taking it into his mouth.

I grip the sheets behind me as he licks my nipple, as he sends shivers of sensation shooting up and down my body.

I bring one arm down, hold onto his head, run my hands through his hair, pull it, pull him down harder on me.

His tongue teases, and then I feel the press of his teeth and I suck in air. He moves to the other, teases me there, rolls my nipples in his finger, licks the skin in between my breasts.

And then he’s moving down, his hands, fingers working my body like I’m an instrument, pulling soft sighs and moans from my lips.

I arch my back, stretch out on the bed as he kisses me around my navel. It tickles a little, but only a little, but it makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, makes me quiver.

He teases my pants off, leans up to look at me reverently, and then he’s kissing around my navel, hooks his teeth into the elastic of my underwear, and pulls it down my legs.

And as I lie there, on the bed, looking at him, I know I’m feeling lustier than I ever have, and I know he can see it in my eyes.

He opens my thighs gently, slowly, a hand on each knee, bares me to him, displays my most private place to him.

Of course I feel the sting of modesty. I’m not clean-shaved – I don’t think I should have to be – and I’m afraid he won’t like me.

But he does. He leans down, buries his nose on my mound, smells me, and then I feel his warm tongue run up the side of my sex, and he makes my body tremble.

“I love that you don’t shave,” he growls, and he teases me, plants soft kisses around my center, every now and then touching my clit with his tongue.

I press my head into the pillow, run my hands over my breasts, down my body, find his hair and I thread my fingers through it, feel him, and then I push him onto me slowly.