Page 83 of Let the Game Begin

“You don’t care about anyone but yourself,” she said softly.

I didn’t respond. I wanted her, and everything in me was completely fixated on that place between her thighs.

There was no need for her to be embarrassed; she was just perfect. Perhaps the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my entire life, and Ihad seen a lot of women before her. I didn’t tell her that, though, and I didn’t reassure her, either.

I did absolutely nothing to chase away her shyness.

“Where do you want my lips, Tinkerbell?” I whispered, enclosing her hips in my hands. She gasped and went stiff in my arms, her forehead wrinkling up like she couldn’t understand any of this. She was awfully adorable when she made certain faces.

“Where do you want my lips?” I asked again, more slowly this time, bringing my mouth closer to hers in an attempt to deepen the trance. Then I abruptly grabbed her high ponytail with one hand and used the other to palm her breast, sliding my knee in between her thighs as I did so. That finally roused her from her confusion, so I also ground my erection into her hip to make her feel how much I wanted her and how hard I’d gotten for her.

Only for her.

“What are you doing?” She stood stock-still and her body trembled, and I realized that I’d exposed the animal that I was too quickly. I’d spooked her.

She was on edge now, and I had to fix it.

I made small movements with my knee between her legs, hoping to help her relax so I could hit that sweet spot that I knew would please her. I hooked one finger under her hair band and undid her ponytail, careful not to hurt her. Selene stared up at me like I was her mortal enemy but also the one man in world she could never resist, and I had every intention of taking full advantage of that conflict.

I was confident that she liked me. I could tell that I had an effect on her, and I knew that the attraction, the goddamned chemistry that drew us together, was mutual.

I kissed her throat and used my left hand to knead her breast. My thumb slowly massaged the nipple, which was already hard as a gemstone, while my leg continued to grind between her thighs.

Completely nude, Babygirl stood motionless, clinging to the clothes that I was just about to peel off my own body. I heard a soft moan and knew that she was about to lose control. I abandoned her breast and snaked my hand down her stomach until I reached her mons. I pulled my knee away and slid my index finger over her slit. I could feel her arousal on my fingertip.

Like the son of a bitch that I was, I grinned into the crook of her neck, because there she was: naked and wet for me, just the way I’d wanted her.

“Is this where you want my lips?” I pressed my index finger against her flesh, still not penetrating her. Selene grabbed my wrist, and I couldn’t tell whether she meant to stop me or urge me on.

It was unusual for me to make this kind of offer to a woman. I was bullheaded on the subject of oral sex: I loved getting it, but I did not enjoy giving it. Selene would be one of a lucky few.

I looked at her, and she met my eyes furiously. She hated me in that moment, because I was stoking desires in her that she had tried so hard to disavow. I grinned diabolically at her and used her hips to turn her around until her back was pressed up against my chest. I wanted to taste her—a sick yearning that I’d never experienced before.

I pressed my pelvis against her ass and insinuated myself between her glutes. I wanted to get out of my jeans and feel her skin to skin, but I needed to be patient and give Babygirl the pleasure she needed first.

“What the hell are you trying to do?” She glared at me through the mirror. It was no accident that I had turned her around: I wanted to see the ecstatic expressions I was going to put on her face. And I wanted her to watch herself being pleasured. I wanted her to know just how much she enjoyed being used by me.

Only by me.

Her hands tightened on the edge of the sink, and I pushed her hair over one shoulder, still pushing myself against her.

“I’ll show you.” I lifted one corner of my mouth, and the starter pistol went off in my head, signaling the beginning of what would be, by my standards, quite a romantic interlude.

I started by using my tongue to gather the water that had beaded up on her bare shoulders, anchoring her in place by her hips while I did so.

The knowledge that she was watching me in the mirror’s reflection was unbearably exciting.

I continued licking her, tracing the line of her backbone down the path that would lead me straight to my Neverland. I ran my lips over every inch of her perfumed skin. I pressed my thumbs into the dimples at the baseof her spine, and for one perverse moment, I imagined doing what that dumbass Xavier had thought he’d do to her. After kissing my way to the bottom of her spine, I knelt down behind her, putting her incredible ass at eye level. She was completely exposed to my greedy eyes, and I stared at the juicy peach between her legs. It was slightly parted, as though just waiting to welcome me in.

I slapped her ass cheek and bit it immediately after, making her jerk.

Selene gripped the marble sink even harder and I smiled. She was right to hold on, because I was about to destroy her completely.

“Neil,” she murmured, like she was going to beg me to stop, but I knew she wanted me to keep going instead.

“Shh, Tinkerbell, get ready to fly with me.” I slowly rubbed her ass, which was, in my opinion, perfect. Round, high, porcelain, and completely at my mercy.

I spread her ass open and brought my face to the crease down the center so I could lick her there. Selene started when she felt my hot tongue gliding from her sphincter to her soft, sopping cunt. I sank my tongue into her, and she gasped again at the sudden intrusion.