Page 52 of The Virgin Game Plan (Rules of Love 2)
She murmurs, “I’m so turned on by you.”
“Turned on barely covers what you do to me. You make me so hard,” I say as I slide her jeans down over her hips to her thighs, my breath rattling in my lungs when I see her panties.
I expected red. But she’s not dressed in that shade. “I thought you’d have on your power color,” I say, mesmerized.
She gives a coquettish smile as she shakes her head. “I guess I was feeling like white today. When I woke up, maybe I knew that white was the right color. That you’d take it from me,” she says, and her meaning is crystal clear.
“Oh, I will. I absolutely will.” I slide down the white lace panties with a pink bow right in the center. I lean in close, nipping the little bow. It looks like candy. The kind you can’t get enough of, where you need more and then another and then just one more. That’s how I feel with Reese.
I can’t get enough of her.
I slide the white lace down her legs till the panties hit her ankles and she steps out of them.
Then I kiss my way up her legs, along her calves, her knees, and her thighs, savoring the way she trembles as I caress her skin with my lips.
I reach her mound and press a kiss there, inhaling the sexy scent of her wetness, the spice of her arousal.
“I want you to do that to me again,” she says in a breathy whisper. “To go down on me like you did that first night. That was so intense, Holden. I think about your mouth on me all the time.”
She doesn’t have to ask twice, because I’m so ridiculously aroused that she asked once for what she wants.
I stand up, loop a hand around her waist, and bring her to the bed, stretching her out on the mattress, then climbing over her. “What do you know? I think about that all the time too. I get off to you,” I say in my own dirty confession.
She arches her back just from my words, then dances a hand down her body. “I picture it, and I touch myself. I play with myself. And I imagine what you did to me. I imagine you doing it again.”
My body heats up, rocketing to supernova levels from the images that she paints before my eyes. Her laid out on her bed, naked, just like she is now, touching herself.
“Someday I want you to do that,” I say as I tug off my shirt, tossing it onto the floor. “I want to walk into the room, find you here, and see your hand between your legs, your other hand on your tits. Playing with yourself, eyes closed, head thrown back, moaning and groaning in pleasure.”
She slides her hand between her legs, playing with her clit. “Just like this?”
My breath staggers. “My God, you’re so fucking incredible.”
I move over her, planting a kiss on her sexy mouth, biting her lower lip, drawing it between my teeth. “I can’t believe you haven’t been with anyone else.”
She scoffs lightly. “Why is it so hard to believe?”
“You’re so fucking beautiful. You’re so fascinating. You’re so smart. You’re . . . everything,” I say, and then I stop myself because, my God, I sound like a man who’s falling hard for a woman.
But then, I suppose that’s what I am.
“Believe it, Holden,” she whispers.
“I do,” I say, giving in to whatever this is as I kiss my way down her body. Then I go down on her like a man who’s falling so ridiculously hard. I spread her legs, pushing her knees open, and I kiss her sweet pussy.
My head swims with pleasure from the scent of her, the taste of her. My skin sizzles everywhere. Electricity pops and crackles down my spine as I caress the paradise between her thighs.
My sensual woman cries out, then bucks her hips.
And in seconds, we are off to the races, her hands curling around my head, her fingers spearing through my hair, and her hips going to town on my face.
She thrusts and moans, rocking her hips, letting her knees fall onto the covers.
She is a woman who knows what she wants, and what she wants is me. It’s such a gift, the way she chases pleasure.
She’s fearless as she lets go, writhing against my mouth, yanking me closer. My face is buried between her legs, my hands gripping her hips, then sliding up her stomach, playing with her tits, mapping her body, as her arousal coats my jaw.
I don’t want to leave.
She’s everything—temptation and exquisite torture all at once, and every kiss, every suck of her clit stokes my own need for her.
For her pleasure.
For her passion.
For the moans she can’t stop making.
Oh God.
