Filthy Beautiful Forever(Filthy Beautiful Lies, #4)

She shrugs and offers me a shy smile. “We used to have sleepovers all the time, remember?”

“Of course I remember. But your mom stopped letting you sleep over the year we turned twelve.”

She laughs. “Too bad she didn’t know that we’d be playing I’ll show you mine if you show me yours since we were seven.”

I chuckle. God, the things that come out of her mouth kill me. “That was only once if I recall.”

“Yes, but I remember you asking several times. I only gave in because I was curious. I didn’t have brothers. I didn’t know what a boy looked like down there.”

“Did I disappoint?”

She smirks, tugging at something inside me. “I’m quite certain you’ve never disappointed a female in your life.”

The room is silent for a moment, and I continue undressing, toeing off my shoes and removing my socks.

“You were my first in so many ways,” she says.

I glance over at her, where she’s laying back on the bed. “And you were mine,” I say.

She sighs, wistfully. “It was a lifetime time ago.”

It feels like just yesterday. I turn away from her, so she can’t see the longing in my eyes. I remove my dress shirt and cotton undershirt, leaving me in my boxer briefs momentarily. I grab a pair of loose athletic shorts from my bag and tug them on, then I join her on the bed.

“Thank you for tonight. I’m glad you came with me.”

“You’re welcome,” she says. “I’m glad I’m here. With you.” She reaches out for my hand, it’s an innocent gesture, but given the circumstances-her with her bare pussy under that T-shirt, and me shirtless, it’s all the invitation I need. My cock hardens visibly, tenting the thin shorts I have on.

“Mia…” My throat constricts, and I fight off a wave of desire. “I… fuck.” I squeeze her hand and let it go.

Her eyes widen as her gaze travels down my bare chest to my lap, and she chews on her lower lip. “Collins…” The emotion and longing in her voice are unmistakable. Why in the fuck I thought I could share a bed with this woman, I have no idea. It’s our first night here, and I want to ravage her-fuck her senseless in a thousand different positions until she can no longer stand.

She places her hand flat against my belly and meets my eyes. “You’re aroused,” she says. Her touch is gentle, but I can still feel the heat of her warm palm against my skin. Her honesty is beautiful. Her words are simple, but she always speaks the truth.

“Yes,” I say, hoarsely. “I’m in bed with a beautiful woman.”

She blinks and her eyes fall from mine. She’s never been great at taking a compliment. Placing two fingers under her chin, I lift her face so she’s looking at me again. “You’re incredible. The way you were tonight.” I swallow. I have to take a moment to compose myself, otherwise I’m going to admit things that are better kept quiet. “You’re amazing. And I can’t lie, you turn me on so much.”

“I want you to kiss me again,” she says, her tongue dampening her lower lip.

“Trust me, I want to.” I clench my fists at my sides. “I have to deal with…”NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

“I know,” she interrupts. “It wouldn’t be right.” Her tone is sad, but filled with understanding.

I smile, appreciating that she isn’t going to make this any harder than it already is. Actually, if I got any harder, I might spontaneously combust. My balls feel heavy and achy. I need to come.

Lifting one hand to her face, I run my fingertips along her cheek, tracing her cheekbone, her jaw, touching my thumb to her lower lip. I push my thumb into the warmth of her plush lower lip and she makes a small sound of need. She’s so aroused, she’s practically trembling. She presses her thighs together and her quick inhale of breath tells me the tiny bit of friction was pleasurable. She’s wet. I can smell her faint scent, and I want to bury my face between her legs, and lap up every ounce of moisture from her pussy.

My hand resumes caressing her cheek. “Collins,” she groans, pressing her thighs together.

I recall Tatianna’s words during our last conversation. She lightly gripped my cock and said don’t let her lay a finger on this. A wicked thought invades my mind. If I use my own hand, I won’t be breaking my promise. My lust-filled brain knows the logic is all wrong, but none of me cares.

“Will you do something for me?” I ask, my voice breathless.

She nods.

“I want you to touch your pussy,” I whisper.

She sucks in a breath, and her eyes widen.