Page 86 of Let the Game Begin (Kiss Me Like You Love Me #1)

That tone… That was the tone always presaged his desires, and right now he wanted me. I could feel it.

“Tell me something about yourself before you take something from me,” I whispered, shutting my eyes as I felt his erection nudging the base of my spine. I had to admit that his overwhelming physicality excited me, and I liked the feeling of him exerting his will on me.

“Player 2511 sent me another envelope with a puzzle,” he confessed to my surprise.

I turned, prepared to ask him more questions, but Neil just bent down to kiss and lick my neck.

I let out a stupefied moan at the voluptuous feeling of his tongue on my skin.

My head was spinning; I felt like I’d pounded a bottle of vodka.

“W-what was in it?” I managed, though I could feel his hands touching me all over, even the places where we were separated by my horrendous pajamas.

“Photos of every family member and a riddle that I don’t want to think about right now,” he whispered in my ear, using his body to coax me backward, toward the edge of the bed.

This was a ridiculous way for us to “talk.”

I really hadn’t been expecting such a serious response when I asked him to tell me something.

I fell onto the mattress, a dead weight, and Neil loomed over me, crawling between my legs. He kissed my neck and caressed my body with one hand, supporting his weight on the other elbow.

“What photos?” I gasped timidly as he slipped a hand under my shirt to feel my bare breast. He covered it with his warm palm and gave it a hard squeeze, making me arch up into him.

“Help me forget it all, Selene.” He pleaded with his eyes, and then, growing impatient, he pulled my shirt off.

I had no higher thoughts; I just followed his instructions like a puppet.

He tossed the shirt aside and moved immediately to my nipples, sucking them.

He squeezed my breasts between both hands and then slipped his tongue between them.

He lapped at them like he was losing his mind.

As he did so, his wild hair tickled the base of my throat, and his stubble prickled against my tender skin, which only made each devastating sensation more acute. I emitted a tiny cry when he took one nipple between his teeth and nibbled it, exciting nerve endings I didn’t even realize I had.

“Neil,” I slurred in the throes of passion. Just like always, he knew the exact places to touch, how to coax forth my desires and make my sex pulse as I rubbed it against his hard-on, still covered by his sweatpants.

“Spread your wings wide , Tink,” I thought I heard him say over the furious pounding of my heart in my ears. Then, Neil licked his way down my sternum, across my stomach and finally to my belly button. He circled it with his tongue and grabbed the waistband of my pants, pulling them down.

Abruptly, he bent to sniff my cotton panties, and I reddened at the bizarre gesture. He grinned at me and took my panties off and slid them down my outstretched legs.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, staring right into the center of me, where I trembled in anticipation of welcoming him. He spread my legs wider then and continued to stare at my vulva, heedless of the blush that was now turning my cheeks purple.

“You know, baby, I’ve never been attracted to a girl like you before.

” He gently stroked the tops of my thighs, make me quiver with excitement.

“But I like you,” he declared, opening my legs even wider.

My breathing sped up as Neil bent to kiss my knee.

He tickled me with his beard scruff as he moved up to my inner thigh, making me flinch and gasp sensually.

“You’re still too sensitive.” He continued to drag his lips across my skin with a wicked smile while I just stared at him, hypnotized by his luminous gaze.

I was naked, entirely exposed before his eyes, and all I wanted was for him to touch me and own me the way only he could.

As though sensing my indecent thoughts, Neil drew close to the spot where I needed him and blew gently on my sex, making me acutely aware that his mouth was just a millimeter away from me.

He wasn’t touching me yet, but I could feel his warm breath as he continued to exhale against me, and I observed the reactions of my body: I trembled. I shuddered. I grew slick for him.

“Mmm, you like it, too,” he commented, almost talking more to himself than to me.

He pressed a wet kiss on my mons, and I sighed with pleasure.

While my eyes were locked on his, he gave my skin another kiss, slow and sucking, close to my cleft but still not close enough.

My arousal, however, went from zero to a hundred in a nanosecond.

God, it was torture.

“Neil,” I begged, instinctively moving myself closer to his mouth with a groan of desperation.

“Shh…” he shushed me, and I felt his breath caress me again, right where I wanted his warm, wet lips to go.

“I’m begging you.” I could barely recognize my own voice.

I was completely out of my mind. I put my hand over his where they were squeezing my hips and rolled my pelvis slightly in a circular motion.

By now, Neil knew he had me where he wanted me.

I tried to arch up again but his hands kept me immobilized.

“Easy, Tigress,” he whispered sardonically, but I couldn’t listen to him, because I was just waiting to feel him between my legs. His mouth traveled down my thigh, farther from where I needed it, and I let out a frustrated noise.

“You are such an asshole,” I muttered, my voice dipping into a lower register. A beautiful asshole, though , I thought.

Neil moved back up again and breathed hotly on my sex. He still didn’t talk to me, but I automatically let my legs fall open to fully experience his bewitching breath.

“I could make you come like this, couldn’t I? Without ever even touching you.” He grinned confidently, and I had no doubts that he was correct.

“I want to feel you,” I answered, chewing on my lower lip.

“Where?” he asked slyly in that low, rough voice of his.

“Everywhere.” I splayed my legs, completely insensible, drunk on him and this entire insane, thrilling situation.

Neil grinned and finally approached me. He gave me look laden with eroticism, and then, with just the tip of his tongue, he began to lick and suck delicately at me. He teased me with a feather-light touch, moving from the top to the bottom of me.

He knew exactly what he was doing, and I almost couldn’t believe that he’d only done this for a few women.

“N-Neil, slow…” I stammered because I couldn’t speak clearly, but he was unstoppable.

He continued to deliver the most sublime pleasure with each attentive stroke of his tongue while he moved devotedly over my clitoris.

I gasped and shook, my feelings so intense that it was making me lose all control.

I jolted again when he swept his tongue around my clitoris until it stiffened. Then he pressed two fingers inside me, intoxicating me beyond anything I might have imagined. I gripped his hair as I tumbled over the edge into an abyss of lust and perversion, driven by his implacable touch.

“God.” The arousal was so intense that it made me bow my back.

“I like tasting you, too,” he whispered, and I bent my knees, lifting my pelvis to meet his face. Even just the sound of his voice rendered me helpless and aroused.

I wanted him to talk forever.

His hands rose from my legs to my stomach to my breasts, he fondled them roughly then slowly reached back down. All the while, his tongue swirled languid and expert over me as I panted and fluttered against him.

Neil locked eyes with me, looking up from under his brown lashes.

With his disheveled hair and his lips on my sex, he presented a magnificent picture.

In an unconscious—or perhaps a little wicked—reflex, my thighs squeezed together, and I admired the image of his face framed between them.

In answer, he moved his tongue so quick and obscene, as though to penetrate me with it.

“How do… How… Oh yeah, right there,” I babbled, sweating.

My chest rose and fell in time with my ragged breaths as Neil devoured me in a frenzy, unceasing.

I lost all track of time: my clit throbbed, my labia swelled, a consuming heat began to burn in a line from my toes to my chest, through the middle of me.

A violent tremor made all my muscles go rigid as I reached an intense, acute, immediate, and, above all else, passionate orgasm.

I tossed my head back into the pillow, gripping his hair, and a rainbow of colors blurred my vision as I came apart on his tongue.

Every part of me relaxed, and I swallowed hard as I watched his face slowly approach mine, staring down at me with those beautiful eyes.

“How was your flight, Tinkerbell?” He licked his lips, savoring the taste of me. Seeing his mouth all wet and swollen made me flush.

“Turns out I really like being a member of the mile-high club,” I said ironically, and he first frowned and then burst into laughter, making my chest vibrate with the sound. I’d never heard him laugh so heartily before. It was almost a tender moment.

Almost.

“You are adorable. An adorable virgin.” He smiled as he propped himself up on his elbows. His hair tickled my forehead, his chest pressed against my chest, and his erection twitched between my thighs. I could feel it hard there, and my desire for him was reignited.

Mine .

In that moment, he would be only mine.

I stared at his lips, gleaming with my fluids, and then lifted my face until I could pass my tongue over his mouth, rendering him speechless.

“You’re becoming bolder,” he answered in a guttural voice that sent a wave of pleasure through me.

“I’m learning from the best, apparently,” I answered, and he frowned, staring inexplicably at my cheek. I couldn’t always tell what he was thinking, and in that moment I definitely couldn’t.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank to pinpricks and the gold dominated his eyes, exposing all his confusion.