Page 30 of Wicked Takeover
She pulled in her shoulders. An inadequate defense to shield herself. “I can’t.”
“Why not?”
Lauren couldn’t admit to him how bad she looked. Her uncertainty about her appearance was too personal and humiliating. A reaction drummed into her during countless insults from classmates. Girls during middle school, even her BFF who sided with the bullies so she wouldn’t be picked on. Then in high school, the boys had joined in, not wanting a fat chick to ruin their reputations for being cool and demanding only the best when it came to a girlfriend. “Because I don’t want to.”
“You’re sure about that?”
Around him, she wasn’t certain of anything.
He kissed her temple and caressed her gently.
His tenderness did more for her weary heart and doubt than anything he might have said. “I guess I could try.”
“No rush. Take your time.”
If she did that, they’d both be eligible for Medicare before anything happened.
“How about I start?” He ran his hand over her belly to her curls and lower. Gently, he stroked her cleft, slippery with arousal.
Delight slammed into her, making her ears rings. “More.”
“It’s better if you look.”
“In a sec.”
“Okay.” He stopped touching her.
Lauren grabbed his wrist. It was so thick she couldn’t circle it completely. His strength easily kept her from dragging his hand back between her legs.
“Watch.” He pointed at the mirror. “Please.”
She surrendered and focused on him.
He winked. “That’s a start.” His gaze traveled south to her nudity.
Lauren wanted to run and cursed herself for being horribly self-conscious. She should have shrugged off the bullying during middle and high school. Too late now.
Braced for the worst, she lifted her eyes and regarded her reflection. This time she didn’t turn away. Couldn’t. She looked way better than she’d expected. Was this how Dante saw her? Next to him, she was actually pretty small.
His pleased smile matched hers. He fondled her breasts roughly, dipped to her cleft, and separated her soft folds.
They were so sensitive, each stroke from him traveled outward to reach every part of her. A pleased cry bubbled up and caught in her throat, too tight for her to release any sound.
As he played with her, he suckled her shoulder, his heat and scent astonishingly nice.
She softened against him, not questioning how he’d trapped her wrists in one hand and held them to her chest. Using his foot, he guided her to spread her legs. Once she had, he positioned his feet so she couldn’t bring hers together, and then he brushed her clit.
Feelings too incredible to withstand thrummed through her.
Lauren sucked in a breath. She was unbelievably ready for this. One more stroke would make her blast off.
Rather than touching her nub, Dante circled it.
Her breathing quieted, and she closed her eyes.
“No, I want you to look.”
Her cheeks were rosy, nipples tight as could be, his hand between her legs. No image could surpass that for beauty.
