Lib Novel Page 86
“Keep going?”
“Yes, please,” I beg.
His lips twist into a wickedly pleased-with-himself grin.
As sexy as that is, I can’t help responding with a teasing scold. “A good coach isn’t smug when he chooses the right play.”
He grins even wider, then dives in, bringing his mouth against me in a hot, open-mouthed kiss. He licks and flutters his tongue against me in the most satisfying ways.
I let out a sharp cry and spear my fingers through his hair.
He groans, the sound vibrating against me and licks harder.
My hips rock against him, offering myself. He growls his approval and flicks his tongue against me faster. With a sharp tug on my clit as he sucks and teases, a sweet, pulsing release spirals through me. He maintains the steady rhythm and pressure until I burst into a million pieces.
Panting hard and overwhelmed with the sensations that go on and on, I squirm away, then struggle to get closer. My body jerks as it becomes too much, and Jigsaw reluctantly backs off. His hands stay pressed to my thighs, thumbs kneading my flesh. He lightly swipes his tongue against my clit, and I jump.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispers more to himself than to me.
I’m too numb to speak yet. My brain hasn’t re-entered my head. He drags the pillow out from under me and settles himself against my side. I’m too spent to turn toward him. I focus my fuzzy gaze on the ceiling. “Thank you for being so patient with me.”
“My pleasure.” The bed shifts as he rolls on top of me. “Are you okay?”
“I’m divine.” I reach up and run my fingers through his hair. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
His fierce expression softens. “No. You can’t hurt me, little lady death.”
Oh, but he could hurt me.
I never knew sexual experiences could be this good. My mind’s blown at all I’ve been missing. Besides the core-melting orgasms, I like him so much.
“Was I okay at that?” That’s what he’s here for, to teach me. I have to stop forgetting that part.
“Magnificent. A-plus for my star student.”
Glowing from the compliment, I run my fingers through his soft, thick hair again. He’s such a beautiful man. Inside and outside. How did he get to his age and never have a girlfriend? Never ever? Or did the relationship end so badly, he doesn’t like to talk about it?
“You’ve really never dated anyone seriously?”
His shoulders jerk. “Does it matter?”
“No, I guess not.”
He dips down and catches my lips in a kiss. I wrinkle my nose at my scent all over him and he laughs against my mouth. “Kiss me.”
That seems so intimate for our arrangement, but I can’t resist his plea. I hook one arm behind his neck and drag him closer. While our lips slide together and our tongues collide, I slip my hand under his shirt, daring to sneak over his abdominals.
“Can you?” I tug on the shirt. “Take this off?”
A bolt of alarm darts across his face, so fast I might have imagined it. Then his expression settles into languid arrogance. “You haven’t earned it yet.”
He doesn’t want to get too comfortable here. Got it.
I said I wanted him to stay the night but now I’m not sure if that’s safe. I don’t want to get used to this. To us. To him being here in my bed and never anything more than that.
Jigsaw
Something in Margot’s mood has shifted. More than a post-orgasmic haze is keeping her quiet. First the relationship question. Then asking me to undress.