Page 40 of Cruel Shame

He pulled back his upper body and glowered down at me with narrowed eyes. “You are temptation incarnate.”

I stared up at him, my lips swollen and hungry. “I hope that’s a good thing.”

“For a man who wants to save himself until marriage, it is not.”

His words were a splash of cold water. Even if I had said earlier that I wouldn’t take his virginity, all my actions so far probably indicated that I might. I scooted out from under him and rested my back against the pillows propped up against the mahogany headboard.

Leaning forward, I cupped his cheek and turned his gaze toward mine. Kendrick’s pupils had expanded so much that his irises consisted of only the barest ring of gray. A deep flush covered his cheeks and stained his lips a tantalizing red. At this moment, he looked different from Maxwell, seething with a raw passion I yearned to unleash. It took every ounce of self-restraint not to pounce.

“If you only want to go this far, that’s fine with me,” I said in my gentlest voice. “I would never entice you to have sex before you were ready.”

“You have my brother for that.” He lowered his lashes.

“Does that bother you?” I asked.

He shook his head. “It’s actually a relief.”

I trailed my hand down the muscled column of his neck, over his collarbone and rested it on his chest. “Do you want us to stop?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Alright, then.” I exhaled a breath. “The best way to stay under control in a situation like this is to climax. I can help you with that.”

“How?” he rasped, his legs still straddling mine.

Licking my lips, I dropped my gaze to the bulge in his crotch. “I could suck you off.”

Kendrick’s lips parted, and his breath came in heavy pants. “You would do this?”

“Only if you returned the favor.”

As if jolted by electricity, Kendrick shouldered off his jacket and tossed it off the side of the bed. It fell onto the floor with a soft thud. I leaned forward, slipped off my jacket and placed it on the bedside rug.

“Allow me.” Kendrick slipped his fingers beneath my sweater and pulled it over my shoulders, making sure not to jostle the bandages around my arms. He placed the garment on a side table and stared at my breasts.

I glanced down, sending Gideon a silent word of thanks for the Victoria’s secret balconette bra with Chantilly lace cups.

“You are perfection.” He leaned down and kissed the tops of my breasts, sending tiny jolts of pleasure into my nipples. His lips grazed the bra’s lace edges, and his fingers fumbled with the straps.

I reached beneath his sweater and pulled the tails of his shirt from out of his pants. “Take it off.”

“Eager?” He pulled off his sweater and unbuttoned his shirt.

I placed my hands on my hips and smirked. “So what if I am?”

His lips spread into a grin that made him look like Maxwell. “Then I had better give the lady what she wants.”

We undressed each other in a rush of groaning bedsprings, creaking bed frames and hands fumbling over clasps and buckles and buttons until we were both pawing at each other’s naked bodies.

Kendrick kissed me with a hunger that made my blood roar. All the moisture left my throat and rushed between my folds. My body ached, throbbed, yearned for that glorious organ to plunder my insides, but I wouldn’t be the girl who pushed a virgin beyond their limits.

“Show me what you like,” he whispered into my ear.

I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his long, thick dick.

He grabbed my wrist. “Ladies first.”

My heart skittered. The only time a guy ever offered me pleasure and wanted nothing in return was that time after cooking club, when Orlando went down on me, wanting to make a point.