Page 9 of Careless Whisper

I know it’s too soon and I shouldn’t say it. Shouldn’t even think it. But I can’t help it.

It’s always been her.

“I need you too, Benjie. But there’s something you should know.”

I lift my head, my hazy eyes staring into hers. “What is it?” I hope to hell she hasn’t changed her mind because if she has, I’ll have to take her home. Have to let her go.

Not forever. Hell, no! I will never give up until she’s mine.

“I’m a virgin, Benjie. I’ve never even wanted another man.”

Of course she hasn’t. Because fate made her for me.

“Well, that’s good. Because I’m a virgin too. There’s only been you and there will only ever be you.”

She smiles and shakes her golden curls. I run my fingers softly through them and tangle my fingers in her silken strands. “Take me to bed.”

And that’s all I need to hear. I lift her up and over my shoulder, smiling when she laughs happily.

That’s what she should sound like all the time. Joyful, happy and just plain carefree.

I swat her bouncy ass and let my fingers drift over the denim skirt that barely covers her thick thighs. Her hands scrabble at my back and I finally get her to my room and shut the door and the world out. I throw her on the bed and point at her.

“Now, strip!”

She cocks her head at my commanding tone but then she sits on the bed and drops her boots to the floor. Sitting up, she kneels and slowly takes off the acid-washed jean jacket with about a bazillion sparkly things on it and drops it on top of the boots.

One after the other she takes everything off and I do the same, loving the way her eyes glaze over when I slide each piece of fabric off of me.

Her heated gaze burns me from the inside out and I feel a buzz in my spine as my cock jerks angrily against my belly.

First things first though.

“I need a taste of heaven.”

And she squeals as I jump on the bed and plaster her body down, my hands holding her thighs open as my tongue teases her slit with no warning.

“Holy fucking shit, Batman!”

And just like that, it’s on.

I lick and suck at her sweet, soft heat, drilling my tongue into her silken depths until her juices are dribbling down my chin and onto the sheets.

“You are so fucking wet,” I growl. “So sweet and wet and mine.”

Chapter 7

Stephanie

The man’s a maniac. His tongue is a magic thing and my body tightens and winds into wondering ecstasy as he drinks down my juices like a pirate drinks rum.

My pussy clenches and then white light streaks across my eyes and I scream, “Yes, yes, yes!”

Pleasure washes over me, dragging me under and throwing me around like a rag doll in a hurricane.

Panting, I open my eyes and see him languidly licking me, his head between my thighs and I lift a shaking hand to his hair, sliding it among the softness and reveling in his hardness around me.

He sits up and his chin glistens with my juices as he swipes a hand across his mouth.