Free Ruin by C.J. Scott Page B

could say anything, "but let me show you that this isn't wrong. I don't expect anything to come of it. I need this. Don't you?"
    He released my hand but not my gaze so that in a way, I was still trapped. "I need it too," he whispered.
    I smiled in relief. I don't know what I would have done if he'd rejected me again. It would have been utterly humiliating. I finished removing my T-shirt. He lifted his hand to my breast, but didn't touch. Why was he hesitating? I took his hand and pressed it to my chest. He sucked air between his teeth, and I felt his cock pulse beneath me. He cupped my breast, gently stroking his thumb over my nipple. I felt a responding tug all the way down my spine to my thighs where his cock nestled beneath me.
    "It's been a while," he said, voice scratchy.
    "What has?"
    "Since I've been with a woman."
    This guy hadn't had sex in a while? This hot, gorgeous, masculine guy? Why the hell not?
    What was wrong with the female population? Maybe his definition of 'a while' was different to mine. "That's okay," I said.
    "Just a warning in case I don't...meet expectations."
    "There's nothing I should know before we get any further, is there? Any diseases or strangely shaped bits?"
    His teeth flashed white in the darkness. "No."
    "You're not gay are you?"
    He laughed. "I can't believe you even have to ask me that considering the evidence." His cock throbbed on cue.
    "Just checking. Um...I have condoms." God, what a dork.
    "So do I."
    Of course he would have. I was such an idiot.
    His other hand palmed me too, and both thumbs slowly strummed my nipples. It tickled and drove me wild at the same time. If he didn't stop, I was going to go crazy.
    I wiggled backward and tugged on the band of his shorts. "These have to go."
    "Yes, ma'am." He lifted his hips, and I slid the shorts off and threw them away. I had no idea where they landed because I was too intent on looking at his cock.
    "Your turn," he said.
    "Um...huh?"
    He had to point at my pajama shorts before I realized what he was talking about. I was too intent on his magnificent appendage to think straight.
    I slipped out of my shorts and went to climb back on the bed, but he put up his hand to stop me. He was going to throw me out now ?
    But he didn't tell me to leave. He turned on his side and propped himself up on his elbow and looked at me. Actually, it was more like consumed me. His gaze raked over my body, hot and intense. It made me blush all over. I was glad for the poor lighting so he couldn't see.
    "Beautiful," he murmured. "Perfect."
    My insides flipped. My blood burned. It was like I was being lit up from the inside.
    He put out his hand. "Come here."
    I nestled beside him on the bed. We stretched out, length to length, my breasts pillowed against his hard chest. His cock pulsed against my thigh.
    "I want to take it slow," he said, nuzzling my throat. "I want to savor you. But I don't know if I have the willpower."
    I smiled as he found my ticklish spot with his tongue. "We can always do it twice."
    "Mmmm. Now that idea I like."
    He licked my jaw, my throat, down to my breast. I arched my back and ran my hands through his hair, relishing the feel of his hot mouth as it closed over my nipple. His hand stroked the curve of my waist and hip, down my thigh. I groaned low in my throat and cradled his head, holding him at my breast.
    "So beautiful," he murmured against my skin. "So—"
    "Do not say perfect."
    I felt his lips curve into a smile. "If the glass slipper fits, Snow White, it's not my fault."
    "It's not Snow White, it's—" Oh my! Forget damned fairy tales. His fingers cupped my sex, his palm rubbing against the sensitive nub. Speaking and thinking at the same time had just become impossible.
    I moaned low in my chest, and he kissed me there, never taking his hand away. He caressed my folds, gently exploring and teasing, edging closer to my opening yet not going in.
    Damn it.
    I pushed my hips up against his hand, but he still refused. He kissed