Page 66 of Miss Understanding

She reached out, almost shyly, her hands shaking as she worked my belt buckle.

I took her fingers in mine, stilling her motion. “Are you nervous?”

“A little. It’s been a while, and I’ve only been with two other guys.”

Her admission floored me. It also fueled a possessiveness inside of me I didn’t dare to examine.

I let her finish undoing my belt, then untucking my shirt before working open the buttons. The way she looked up at me with sweet mischief in her eyes, like she was opening a surprise present, created the most sensual moment I’d ever experienced.

Once my dress shirt was off, I fisted the back of my T-shirt, drew it off and let it also fall to the floor. Next, I stepped out of my trousers, leaving me in only my boxers and socks. Already missing her sweet kiss, I captured her face between my hands, concentrating on exploring her delectable mouth.

In the back of my mind, it occurred to me I should be setting ground rules. I needed to define the boundaries of this sexual relationship and how it would play out at the office. Given her lack of experience, I should ensure I didn’t raise expectations that might end up hurting her. But there was no way I could stop to have the conversation. Not now. Not when this moment had been building for days, and I was on the verge of having her beneath me. Especially not when her skin was so incredibly soft.

My fingers trailed down her sides before sliding back up to cup her breasts. They were perfect. Bending my head, I took one of her nipples into my mouth, enjoying the way she shivered at the action. One of my hands then went lower, over her stomach, feathering, until finally I had to touch her where I most ached to do so.

As soon as my fingers went between the lips of her pussy, she moaned low and hard. Damn, she was wet while I was practically drilling a hole through my cotton boxers. And once she brought her hand down and circled my length, I knew I was on borrowed time.

I was too overstimulated to last long if she kept touching me. I pulled back, ready to shed the rest of my clothing. But I didn’t want to rush this. I’d bungled things before by doing so in the basement of the church.

“Get on the bed. Up near the top so you can rest your head on a pillow. Then spread your legs for me. I need to taste your pussy.”

She sucked in a breath, blinking hard. Shit. Were my words too blunt for her experience level?

“Sorry. Too much?”

She grinned while shaking her head. “No. I just—” She giggled, not finishing the thought but moving toward the bed.

“You just what?”

She hesitated, biting her lip while she got comfortable on the bed. Christ, she was sexy displayed against the backdrop of my blue comforter.

“Tell me,” I said, grabbing her bare calf and kissing up to her knee.

“I just— Oh, God—” She lost her train of thought as I trailed my mouth up her inner thigh, spreading her legs wider to accommodate my shoulders.

Now it was my turn to grin. She was so damn responsive. Getting closer to my target, I inhaled her scent, getting drunk on the heady combination of my mint body soap and her unique sweet smell. Blowing a breath over her clit, I enjoyed the way a shiver snaked through her.

“You just what?”

My finger penetrated into her slick heat. She was perfectly tight and wet for me. But she was quickly losing herself in the moment when I wanted her to finish her thought. As I removed my finger, I chuckled at her mewl of protest.

“Tell me.”

She took a deep breath. “I just didn’t know you’d be so good at this part. I mean you freaked out when you saw my thongs in the suitcase. I thought you might be a bit more reserved in the bedroom.”

Her assessment brought out a smile. It also made me want to tease her as I got my first taste, swiping my tongue along her seam.

Her hands reached out, clutching the bedspread as if trying to anchor herself.

The gesture only made me want to drive her completely mad with lust. She gasped when I curled my two fingers up, hitting her outer wall while I bent down to suck on her clit. Pumping my fingers harder, I glanced to see her writhing with pleasure. Then boom, she came spectacularly, tightening around my fingers like a vise grip while yelling something incoherent with a lot of Gods involved.

I withdrew my fingers, only because I wanted a better taste of her. I wanted to take my time to feast on her completely. After her second climax, I glanced up to see the surprise etched in her expression.

“I didn’t know multiple orgasms were possible—Jesus.”

I enjoyed being the very first man to make it possible for her.

Chapter Thirty-Two