Page 70 of Let the Game Begin (Kiss Me Like You Love Me #1)
Then I looked into her eyes and realized how much I hated doing this. It was the same thing every time: I saw my own end there, yet I couldn’t stay away. I always felt so vulnerable and incapable of controlling myself when I got too close to her.
In that moment, the stars scattered across the dark sky seemed to lose their brilliance, overshadowed by the pale, lustrous glow of her face.
Selene closed her eyes and lifted herself up a bit to straddle me.
The blanket started to slip from her shoulders, but I caught it just in time and restored it.
She whispered a fleeting “thanks,” and then my lips were sealed to hers again.
I ran my hands down her back and groped her ass, pulling her into me.
She was sitting too far away, and I wanted her right on top of me, as close as we could get. I ground myself between her thighs as my knees squeezed her sides. I knew she could feel my hard-on, just like I was feeling the arousal that had inflamed all her senses.
“Kiss me and don’t stop,” I demanded when she pulled away from me to catch her breath. She wasn’t used to kissing the way I did: I devoured her lips and fed off her desires. I wondered how she kissed that idiot Jared, since she seemed to be having so much trouble keeping up with me.
I slipped a hand behind her neck and pressed her against me while using the other hand to forcefully grope her ass cheek. She whined something unintelligible, or maybe it was just a moan before closing her eyes, and she slowly gyrated her pelvis against me.
If she was trying to kill me, she was going to succeed.
I grinned against her lips and moved my hand along her flank, imposing a more insistent rhythm on her shy and awkward movements.
Oh, yeah, that was just how I wanted it, right there…
“Get a little closer,” I ordered because I wanted to feel her properly.
I pressed her against me again until her breasts were plastered to my chest. Her thighs trembled and opened wider to accommodate her new position.
The thin fabric of her leggings allowed her to become aroused as she bucked against my hard cock.
The more I kissed her, the more I wanted her. Her taste had merged with my own, to the point of creating an entirely new flavor. My lips pulsed from the nonstop friction, and my muscles tenses with every movement of her tongue because…I wanted to screw her right there.
I didn’t care that we were in the garden, in the cold, in an extremely vulnerable location. All Matt had to do was lean out on one of the numerous balconies on the back of the house and he would see us, but I wanted her so intensely that I could no longer see reason.
“Let me in…” I pressed a finger to the cleft of her ass, following it down to her labia below and what was beneath them, which I was sure I’d find wet and gripping, just for me. I moved my other hand to the button on my jeans, but Selene grabbed my wrist and stopped me.
Just then, I felt her quiver and turn stiff before burying her forehead in the crook of my neck. Her breathing had gone shallow and she kept emitting small sobbing moans that she couldn’t seem to control. And then I understood: she was about to come.
Shit, just from that?
The idea thrilled me, so I traced the contours of her mouth with my tongue until her lips fell open.
Then I moved beneath her so she could feel even more of me.
She was so sensitive precisely because she was inexperienced.
She wasn’t used to all these sensations to which my own body seemed to have become numb.
I never could have come from so little stimulation.
I was too depraved, too hungry, and my soul was too damaged.
Selene trembled again and hid her face in the space between my neck and shoulder as she began to move her pelvis faster and more uncontrollably, overtaken by the intense pleasure that preceded a climax.
She stopped only when her hips ceased shaking from the involuntary shuddering tremors.
The idea that a mere passionate kiss had caused her to orgasm brought an easy smile to my face, and I stroked her hair with one hand.
I couldn’t see her face but I knew her cheeks would be blazing.
“Did you enjoy that frenzied humping?” I asked archly, and she made a noise of frustration and embarrassment. She truly was a delightful Babygirl. She nuzzled the tip of her nose against the curve of my neck, still straddling me.
“Just shut up. Don’t say anything else,” she pleaded, still keeping me from looking her in the eye.
I burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. I took pride in the power that I wielded over her, but at the same time, it frightened me. I didn’t want her to grow dependent on me, to forget what I told her and to disregard all my warnings.
“We have to get back…” was all I said when I could finally see her luminous eyes, brighter than the stars that peppered the sky as she gazed at me like she were getting drunk on me.
On me , for fuck’s sake.
We got to our feet, and I adjusted my jeans on my hips. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a figure just a short distance from the chaise longue. Anna was staring at us with violently reddened cheeks and the look of someone who had just been caught red-handed in the midst of a crime.
My eyes widened, but I wasn’t overly agitated: Anna was far from the worst person who could have surprised us in that moment. I turned to Selene to let her know that we weren’t alone, but from her pallid face, I could tell that she had already noticed.
“Oh, God!” She shielded her eyes and mumbled a series of curses, completely mortified.
As I was the unmoved one between the two of us, I decided to manage the situation and reassure Babygirl. After all, Anna had seen a lot worse from me.
“Don’t worry, I’ll talk to her. Go on into the house.” I pulled her hand away from her face and Selene stared at me like it was weird of me to remain so calm. But I just knew it was pointless to angst about a mistake that had already been made.
“Wh-what?” she stammered, clutching the blue blanket, which, paired with her tennis shoes, made her look so young.
“Go inside,” I ordered her again and gave her a gentle slap on the ass. She jumped and gave me a reproachful look, but I didn’t care. Either way, she walked awkwardly away toward the French doors that led inside and wished Miss Anna a feeble goodnight.
I sighed and stuck my hands in the pockets of my jeans as Anna cautiously approached me.
She was wearing a long coat and a black purse dangled from one of her hands.
“I’ve finished up a bit late, and now I’m leaving,” she mumbled, looking down at the lawn instead of at me. She was possibly even more embarrassed than Selene, while I just stood there, casually waiting for her to have her say.
“Miss Anna—” I started, but she lifted her chin and gave an indulgent shake of her head.
“I’ve known you since you were a little boy, Neil. And I’ve never judged your choices, but Miss Anderson…” Her gaze shifted to the chaise, and she took a deep breath before continuing. “She’s not like the others,” she finished, telling me something I’d already figured out on my own.
Anna had seen countless girls coming out of my room or the pool house and had surely seen how far removed Selene was from my world and the reality I lived with every day.
“This thing,” I spun my index finger in the air, not sure how to even define the situation with Selene, “needs to stay just between us,” I ordered, and Anna nodded, though she still seemed concerned.
“Remember Scarlett, Neil.”
When I heard that name, I stiffened, suddenly cold.
“Don’t make the same mistakes with Selene. Don’t toy with her. You have so many women around who would do anything to spend the night with you, but she…” She stopped and clutched her bag more tightly to herself. “She is still very young and believes in love so much.”
“I know that. I know it very well,” I sighed and ran a hand over my face, licking my lower lip, which was still swollen from my tigress’s intense kisses.
Despite Miss Anna’s good advice, I still wanted Selene in my bed. Mostly to attend to the enormous erection that she had provoked.
“Then you have two paths before you: either let her go or start off on a new journey with her. I’m sure you’ll do the right thing.
” She stood up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to my cheek, like a mother might do with her child.
Then she smiled at me and left, wrapping her coat around herself to protect herself from the cold.
Start off on a new journey with her?
What the fuck…
“How do I know what the right thing is?” I called after her, not caring if anyone else heard me. Anna turned back with another indulgent look.
“If you do what makes you happy, then that will be the right thing to do.” She lifted her hand in farewell before turning away and starting to walk again.
I watched her as she moved away, her bright hair rustling in the mild breeze, her stride slow but determined, and I thought about what she had said.
What if the right thing to do for me was the wrong thing for Selene?