The Virgin’s Guide to Misbehaving (Bluebonnet #4)(38)
Author: Jessica Clare

“Mmm,” he said in a low voice that made her shiver all over again. “This is some juicy pu**y, Elise. Love how wet you get for me.”

Of course, that made her get distracted all over again, especially when he groaned low in his throat and began to lick her all over again. Her hands on his head curled into fists, and she wished for a moment that his hair was long so she had something to hold on to. Instead, all she could do was press her knuckles to his scalp and try to hold on.

“Count,” he growled between licks.

“One,” she began again, and it ended on a bit of a sob when he did this incredible nuzzling thing with his lips against her clit. Then it stopped, and he went back to licking, which was frustrating and wonderful at the same time. Her h*ps rocked a little, trying to push against his mouth, and then she stilled, worried that she wasn’t supposed to do that. “Sorry—”

“No, that’s good, baby,” he murmured between licks. “Show me that you like it.”

“I like all of it,” she wheezed, her h*ps rocking again.

“Yeah? Can I do more, then?” He nuzzled at her cl*t again, and she cried out. “Gonna take that as a yes,” he told her.

She felt a finger press against the opening of her core. Her breath whistled out of her throat.

“Count,” he demanded, and then nuzzled again.

Oh god, she was helpless against that nuzzle. “One—”

His finger pushed inside her.

She keened, her h*ps raising up. She felt his hand brace on her hip, forcing her back down on the floor, even as he continued to lick and suck at her clit. The finger inside her was joined by another, and then she was being stretched, fingers pumping in and out slowly, even as he continued to lick and suck at her clit.

And it was rapidly becoming too much. Her breath was coming in short, hard pants. “One,” she gasped. “One. One. One. Oh god, one—”

He chuckled against her cl*t but she was beyond caring, because he did that nuzzle thing again and she pushed her knuckles against his scalp, her h*ps raising even as she tried to bear down against his fingers. Oh god, it was too much. “One,” she cried out again.

“You gonna come?”

She nodded, her breath catching in her throat like a sob.

“Good,” he said in a possessive, hungry voice, and then he began to lick and suck even harder, those fingers pounding into her.

Elise came with a keening cry that might have been “one” again. Her entire body locked up, and she felt the gush of wetness between her legs, felt his groan of pleasure, and heard the slick hammering of his fingers inside her, pushing in and out, and she just kept coming and coming and coming, her body arching like a bow.

And then she collapsed on the hard floor, panting and trying to catch the breath that couldn’t quite seem to find its way back into her lungs again. Her hair clung to her forehead in sweaty tendrils; she hadn’t even realized she was sweating.

Lord have mercy.

Okay, so she’d grossly underestimated what it was like to have a man eat her pu**y. She’d been tense at the beginning and hadn’t relaxed enough to enjoy herself. As soon as she had, though . . . holy crap.

“You,” Rome said with a chuckle, crawling up over her with a pleased look on his face, “need a few counting lessons.”

He looked rather satisfied with himself, his mouth damp and his lips a little red and swollen, as if he’d been thoroughly kissed. She supposed he had been kissing . . . it just wasn’t her mouth.

Blushing, she ducked her head against his arm. “You were distracting me.”

“I was,” he agreed. “And you came beautifully once you relaxed.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her mouth.

She opened her lips for him, pleased when his tongue skated against her own, and surprised to taste herself on his mouth. “Did I . . .”

“Oh yeah,” he said, and sounded pleased as hell. “We’re definitely two for two.”

She ran a hand along the arm braced next to her head, and winced at the baby oil coating her palm. “I think we’ve made a mess of the staging sheets.”

“Huge mess,” he agreed. “We’re probably lucky we haven’t caught on fire, what with all the distractions and writhing we’ve been doing.”

“You sure did look nice all oiled up, though,” she said, sliding her hands up and down his front.

“Did I? I’m glad you liked it.”

“Do you want to see the photos when they’re done?”

He shrugged. “I only did it so you’d have to see me again.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. “You didn’t think I was going to come back?”

“I wasn’t sure. You’re awfully skittish at times.”

Well, that was true enough. “But I’m still a virgin,” she told him, pleased at the way his gaze seemed to grow hooded at the mere mention of the word. “That would defeat the purpose of our experiment.”

“Experiment, huh?” Rome leaned in and kissed her again. “So what now?”

“Now I clean up the mess I made in here,” she said, glancing at the flickering candles.

He tweaked her nipple through the fabric of her shirt, surprising her—and sending another bolt of lust through her body. “I meant you and me.”

Elise wasn’t sure what he was asking. “What’s next . . . for you and me?”

He nodded, the look he gave her surprisingly intense. “You’re still shy around me. I don’t scare you, do I?” He tugged at her shirt thoughtfully.

She shook her head. “I’m not . . . I just . . . I’m not comfortable, I guess.”

“I don’t see why. You’re sexy as hell.” He brushed a lock of hair away from her face, the touch of his fingers tender. “I’m just shocked no one’s scooped you up before me.”

That didn’t sound like the words of a man who was content to be used for de-virgining. Elise looked up into Rome’s rugged face and gave a small, soft sigh. She touched his face gently. “Maybe I just got lucky.”

To her surprise, a wry expression curved his mouth. “Yeah. Lucky.”

He didn’t sound like he believed her. Well, he wasn’t the only one feeling like the other was going to have a harsh wake-up call sometime soon, was he? Why was Rome so down on himself? From what she knew, he was perfect. Strong, gorgeous, smart, funny, patient with someone as ridiculously silly as her . . .