The Virgin’s Guide to Misbehaving (Bluebonnet #4)(37)
Author: Jessica Clare

And she sat there, waiting, all anxiety, for him to say something.

His hand skimmed up her pale calf, then caressed her knee, leaving a gleam of baby oil behind on her skin. “Beautiful.”

She flushed with pleasure. She didn’t have great legs—they weren’t toned, or tanned. They were actually a rather ghastly pale, but he made her feel pretty.

That hand continued to slide up her leg, and Rome’s eyes met hers, so blue and intense. Then his hand pressed at the inside of her knee, a suggestion for her to part her legs.

Biting her lip, Elise did so.

The hand slid to her sex, covering her with his palm. He looked up at her, heat in his eyes. “Tell me if you get freaked out or scared, all right?”

She nodded slowly.

His hand moved, his thumb brushing over her curls. She was wet again, incredibly wet to the point that she would have been embarrassed were it not for the look of satisfaction on his face. His fingers slid between her folds and his gaze went back to hers.

It was hard to keep eye contact with him when his hand was touching her so intimately. She felt incredibly exposed, incredibly naked, and incredibly, terribly aroused. The urge to close her legs and push him away was real and strong, just as strong as the excitement burning in her, wondering what he’d do next.

“I’m going to put my mouth on you,” he murmured. “I’m going to bury it in that sweet flesh and taste you. And I’m going to lick your pu**y like it’s my favorite dessert, and tease your cl*t with my tongue. And I’m not going to stop until you come.”

Elise gasped at his words, her legs trembling. Knowing he was going to do it was one thing; having him kneeling between her spread legs and announcing how he was going to lick her was another entirely. But she couldn’t break that intense blue-eyed gaze.

“You ready?” he asked her.

Oh god, she was supposed to say something? Like yes, go ahead and start licking? Couldn’t he just start? Elise’s mouth worked for a moment, and when no words came out of her locked throat, she gave him a wide-eyed nod.

Then Rome gave her that sexy, confident little grin that made her melt inside, and he leaned down, breaking their eye contact. She stared in wonder as he leaned over her spread legs and then shifted his big body.

And then his mouth was on her.

Elise froze, her body stiffening as she felt the first probe of his tongue against her flesh. It wasn’t quite the fireworks and explosions she’d expected. Instead, it just felt like the gentle prod of an unfamiliar touch. She frowned to herself. Was he doing it wrong? Oh god, what if she was the one doing something wrong? What if there was a trick to this and she didn’t know it—

“Elise,” he murmured, not looking up. “You’re tense as hell. Lie back, close your eyes, and relax, okay?”

“A-a-all right,” she stammered, and lay back on the hard floor, trying not to feel embarrassed. “Do you need me to do anything—”

“Yeah. Relax.”

“I’m trying to. It’s difficult when you’re sitting there between my legs,” she retorted.

He chuckled, and a shiver broke out on her skin when she realized she could feel his laugh against her flesh. She wanted to look again, but she’d promised him she’d lie back and close her eyes, and she did.

“Why don’t you try deep breathing or something?”

“Huh?” Why were they having a conversation about breathing when he was going to lick her between her legs?

“Yeah,” he said. “It’s a good way to relax. Breathe in, count to five, breathe out, count to five. Rinse and repeat. You’re still tense as all f**k and it’s making me antsy.”

“Oh. Sorry.” She obediently began to do as he’d suggested, breathing in slowly, counting, and then breathing out again. His mouth wasn’t on her anymore, but she felt his hand slide up and down her thigh in a stroking, soothing motion. That was . . . rather nice, she had to admit. Almost nicer than when his mouth had been on her, but she wouldn’t tell him that. It might hurt his feelings.

Maybe she just wasn’t the kind of girl who liked o**l s*x.

She continued to breathe in and out slowly, her muscles slowly easing. Some of the tension was leaving her body, helped by his stroking hands. They were just stroking the insides of her thighs, now, sliding up and down her skin. His knuckles grazed where her thigh and hip met and she shivered, but it was a good shiver.

“You counting?” His voice was a low murmur.

“One, two, three, four, five,” she chanted obediently as she exhaled, then began the count again in her head as she inhaled. This breathing thing was rather nice. She was definitely feeling relaxed.

Something pressed on top of her mound.

His mouth. Oh.

Her count was interrupted and she got distracted, then gave herself a mental shake and continued counting to herself.

“I’m going to touch you a little,” he said in a low, husky voice that made her skin prickle all over again. “Keep counting.”

“One,” she said obediently. “Two, three—”

On four, his tongue flicked over her clitoris.

The breath whooshed out of her lungs.

“Count,” he commanded, and his tongue flicked over it again.

She felt a little squirmy at the sensation of his mouth against her. Not tense like before, but, different. She wasn’t sure if she liked it or not. “One,” she began again, her voice sounding rather breathless even to her own ears.

He didn’t wait for her to get to four that time. His tongue began to push and lick at her cl*t in slow, languid motions.

Oh. Oh. She wanted to push his face away. No, scratch that. She wanted to mash it against her cl*t and rub hard. Not soft and flicking like the touches of his tongue as they coaxed and teased her. She’d push hard, and rub to end the wonderful, awful tension he was creating with those small, flicking licks.

“You counting?” he asked between licks.

She’d forgotten her count. Her legs trembled and she fisted her hands, unsure what to do with them. “One,” she began again. “Tw-uh-huh-huh,” she sobbed as he changed tactics and began to suck on her clit. Oh god. Oh Jesus. Oh sweet heaven, that was good. Her hands found their way to his head and she tried to direct him to go back to licking. She could stand the licking. The sucking, though, that was going to make her crawl all the way out of her skin. “Th-th-threee,” she exhaled in a wheezing gasp as he made a soft smacking noise, as if eating her was delicious.