Page 66 of My Tiny Giant
Sitting at the table with him, I fidgeted with the edge of my blouse. Warm anticipation flickered through me at his words, but trepidation overpowered it.
“Um... How exactly are you planning to do that?”
“Come and I’ll show you,” he murmured seductively.
“You sound like you have a plan.” He always did, and I loved that about him.
“Emma, I’ve been dying to find out if I’m big enough to suck your nipple into my mouth. And I’m not waiting another minute.”
I exhaled a nervous laugh. “Oh God, Agan! The stuff you’re saying...” My nipples tingled, however, when I thought of having Agan’s lips anywhere near them. “I never know what will come out of your mouth.”
“It’s what comes in that’s more important right now, isn’t it?” he teased.
My face heated as I stared at his mouth. I couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel on me. He didn’t have a beard or whiskers, but his sideburns were long and seemed so soft. He’d left his hair untamed today. The thick wavy locks framed his face, curling above his ears and hanging over his forehead in a sexy, tousled way. How would it feel against my inner thighs if he...
“Made you think, didn’t I?” He gave me a knowing smile.
I blinked, caught with my filthy thoughts.
“Take me to bed, Emma.”
* * *
“T AKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF ,” Agan ordered, sitting on the night table by my white round bed.
“Um, all of them?” I stood at the foot of the bed, facing him.
“Yes. Either you take them off, or I’ll rip them off you.”
I didn’t think it was physically possible for him to rip my clothes off me, but the commanding tone he used made me believe he would find a way to do it. The mere idea of it sent a rush of anticipation down my body.
I released a breath and opened the top button of my blouse.
“A little faster.” He draped his arm over his bent knee, making himself comfortable while he watched. “But not too fast.”
“Like this?” I opened the second button then slid my hand down to the next, not taking my eyes off him.
“Just like that...” He nodded slowly. “Now show me my favorite place in the world, sweetheart.”
“Here?” I trailed my fingers over my cleavage. “Is that your favorite place, now? Though, you were kicking and screaming when I first put you in here?”
“I didn’t know how good I had it until I lost it.” He sounded genuinely remorseful. “Now show me more.”
I breathed faster, my chest heaving. Anticipation buzzed through me like an electric charge. Opening the rest of the buttons, I slid the two parts of my blouse aside, displaying my white lace bra underneath.
“Take that off, too. I want to see them free.”
I swallowed hard, sliding the blouse off my shoulders, then unclipped the closure of my bra on the back.
“Do Ravil women like being touched in the same way humans do?” I asked, trying to ease my nerves.
Tension charged the air between us as he hungrily roamed his gaze over my body.
“I’m about to find out.” He shifted on the night table, spreading his legs just a little wider and adjusting his new pants that I’d made for him earlier that evening.
“Off.” He gestured at the bra impatiently.
I slid the straps off my arms, letting the bra fall down to my feet.