Playing With Her Heart (Caught Up In Love #4)(28)
Author: Lauren Blakely

“Please what?”

“Do something,” I beg.

“Tell me I’m the only one you’re going to think of when you come undone in a few minutes,” he says, his voice rough against my ear.

“Isn’t it f**king obvious?” I say through gritted teeth, and my frustrated response earns me the most wicked grin from Davis. I have no idea what he’s going to do to me, but I don’t care. I can’t stand how long it’s been since someone’s hands have been on me. I want to be touched so badly, I can feel it deep in my bones, this need.

I need him.

“Say it.”

“I think of you. I think of you making me come. There. Are you happy?”

“As happy as you’re going to be in a few minutes.”

Davis

I tug off her sweater as she shrugs out of her bra, then I stop for one brief moment to savour the view. She’s topless, her arms over her head, all beautiful curves and gorgeous flesh, and I want to spend hours on her body, touching and tasting her neck, and her br**sts, and her absolutely enticing belly. But she’s already panting, and I can feel the heat between her legs, even through the denim of her jeans.

I press hard against her with my hand, and she draws in a breath.

“Oh God,” she says, and her voice is rising. She pushes against me, rubbing against my hand in a desperate frenzy. It suddenly hits me that she’s already close. That I could slide my hand inside her jeans, feel her wetness and bring her to release within a few seconds.

Her face is strained, and her skin is so fevered, but her eyes are closed. “Please. Please make me come. Please,” she says and that last word borders on a cry. She’s arching her hips, and she’s fumbling at the button of her jeans. But I need to know she’s with me before I go further. I press both my hands gently, but firmly, on top of hers, quieting her moves.

“Jill. Look at me.”

She opens her eyes. They are wild with desire.

“I’ve got this. I’ll get you there.”

She nods and drops her hands to the leather, letting me take care of her. Her breath is coming fast, but she stays still. I unbutton her jeans, unzip them and slide my hand between her legs. She is wet through her black lace underwear, and there is nothing that feels better than this, than her being so ready for me, so turned on that the cotton panel of her underwear is damp with her heat. My dick is straining against the fly in my jeans, and I want so badly to be inside her, but this isn’t about me right now, or even about me tonight. This is about whatever desperate need is winding up her body.

“You are so wet and hot. This is all for me, isn’t it?”

She gasps out a sound, as I play with the waistband on her underwear. She starts to thrust her h*ps up, and I shake my head several times. “No. I told you. I’ll take care of this.”

My fingers inch their way between her legs and I slide them once across her.

“Fuck, Jill,” I hiss out. Then I bring my fingers to my lips and lick off her taste.

“Please,” she says, and she’s crossed some kind of line, she’s wracked with the overwhelming need to come right now, and there’s nothing I’d rather do than be the one to satisfy her. I pull her jeans down past her hips, then tug them off. My hand is back in the promised land, and she’s so deliriously wet that I plan to make a shrine to her for being the hottest woman I’ve ever touched, and the neediest, and that’s fine with me, because this is what I want. Her. This woman. Screw the past. Screw my rules. I don’t care about anything right now but making her come. I want her to be in some kind of never ending bliss, so I slide two fingers across her, and she moans greedily, as if this kind of touch is the thing she craves most in the entire world.

“God, it feels so good,” she says in a ragged whisper.

I’ve barely given her anything, but she’s already near the edge, so I rub the pad of my thumb where she wants me most, and soon she’s thrusting her hips, and she’s no longer whispering, she’s screaming out, “Oh, God, oh God, oh God.”

That’s it. That’s all it takes, as she comes, her entire body rocking against my hand, h*ps bucking hard and wildly. She grabs at me, pulling my face to her and kissing me, but she’s so far gone from the orgasm rocketing through her body that it’s a supremely sloppy, though intensely sexy kiss, because I made her come in seconds flat and she’s still crying out.

Her voice can really carry, and the sound of her coming echoes around the car, but the driver doesn’t care. Her whole body is trembling as she starts to come down, and soon she opens her eyes, and breathes out hard and looks at me. Her eyes are dreamy now, and she has a glow that makes her even more beautiful. I want to see that look again and again. I want to be the only one who makes her feel this way.

“That was…” she trails off.

“That was what?” I ask, because even though I’m pretty certain she enjoyed herself immensely, I’m a guy. I still like hearing it from the source.

“That was the fir—” then she stops. “That was amazing.” And she pulls me in for another kiss that makes my brain go fuzzy from the heady taste of her lips, and the way she smells even sexier after she’s just come. I can barely process what she was going to say, and I’m not sure it even matters right now. I nip at her bottom lip, and then break the kiss.

She reaches for me, trying to touch my cock. But I stop her hand.

“What? Why can’t I touch you?”

“Because this was about you.”

“But I want to.”

“Yeah, and trust me, there’s nothing I want more than for you to know what you do to me. But I already know that you’re the only one I’m thinking of. And I’m not going to let you touch me until I’m certain that I’m the only one you want to be touching.”

She gives me a questioning look, but there’s no bending here. I’ve already chucked my one hard and fast rule, and now I’m not only caught up with an actress, I’m caught up with an actress who’s told me she’s in love with someone else. Double the obstacles. So I answer her by pulling her close and kissing her forehead softly. “You know it’s true. But you also know that he’s not the one who made you come tonight. I am. So the next time you’re alone, I want you to picture what I did to you. And then I want you to imagine all the things I’m going to do with my tongue when I taste you for the first time. And then you’re going to tell me if it’s as good as you imagined when I go down on you sometime soon. Sometime very, very soon. Because you taste fantastic.”