A Perfect Ten (Forbidden Men 5)

“I don’t know,” I mumbled. “Because I feel like a big, stupid failure, I guess. This was my one and only chance to be with you, and I...I royally fucked it up.”

I caught my breath, realizing I’d slipped again. This wasn’t the one and only chance Kelly—who I was still supposed to be—had gotten to be with him. Why did I keep butchering this?

And why wasn’t he catching any of my mistakes?

“I wouldn’t say royally.” His voice seemed to move closer, seemingly clueless about my failed impersonation. “I mean, I’m still here. You’re still here. And I’m not exactly hard to get.”

I snorted. Yeah, he was so easy. This was only my third failed attempt to get into his pants.

“Damn. You really wanted me tonight, didn’t you?” The idea seemed to amaze him.

With a roll of my eyes, I sighed. He seriously couldn’t be so oblivious about how much women wanted him, could he? “If you could feel how wet I am, you wouldn’t even have to ask that.”

“Well...okay.” He sounded as if he’d just accepted an invitation. When his hand landed on my ankle, I jumped out of my skin with a started yelp.

“What the hell? What’re you doing?”

His fingers stole up my calf. “You just told me to feel how wet you are. Invitation accepted.”

“No, I didn’t. You know what I meant. Oren!”

“Shh,” he warned, reminding me I wasn’t supposed to call him that. “You know you want this.”

“Oh, good Lord.” I groaned and slapped a hand to my forehead. “Of all the corny things to—”

I broke off with a gasp when Oren discovered just how wet I was.

“Holy fucking shit. You’re not wearing any panties.” His fingers were sure but gentle as they moved between my legs, swiping through the moisture before finding my clit.

“Wait. You can’t...” I grabbed his wrist but didn’t stop him. I didn’t want him to stop.

“I can’t what?” he asked.

“I don’t know.” I panted, my legs loosening as his thumb rolled over the most sensitive little muscle in my entire body with a merciless precision. “Was I talking?”

He chuckled. “You really are this wet just for me, aren’t you?”

“Who else?” I moaned and arched up my hips. That’s why I was here, why I was risking everything to be here. Learning about his sister only made me feel closer to him. I wanted to soothe his soul, tame the poor, wild, hurting boy, and experience every physical intimacy with him while I was at it.

Even if he was only here to get off in some random chick— Wait. Thinking of it that way didn’t help anything.

I squeezed my eyes closed. Could I be any more of an idiot than I was now?

“Damn,” he breathed. He pressed at least two fingers inside me and we both sucked in a breath. My eyes flew open as I panted through the pleasure and ground against his hand, needing more.

He groaned. “I want to smell it.” Abandoning my pussy to grip my hips, he tugged me away from the door and toward him. “Slide this way, will you, sweetness?”

Once he had me where he wanted me, he gathered my skirt up to my waist, split my legs open wider, and then gripped my ass cheeks to lift me a couple inches off the floor. A second later, his breath heated me there.

I damn near came. “Oh God. Oh God.”

“Fuck,” he gasped. “You smell good. Makes me want to...taste.”

The mere word had my eyes rolling into the back of my head. But then a wet heat touched me. Knowing it was his tongue—him—I couldn’t take it. I came hard, gasping and grabbing his hair, quivering out of control.

What? It’d been a freaking year since a male had been anywhere near there. I couldn’t help it. And knowing it was Oren made it...yeah. No way was I holding that baby back.

So, I didn’t.