She gave a bit of a wiggle underneath him, her body rubbing against him, her voice breathless as she answered. “Guess where.”
Grant leaned in and nibbled on her bare earlobe, his c**k growing harder with every passing moment. She kept making these breathy little gasps when his tongue touched her skin, and it was driving him wild. “No earrings,” he observed.
“Nope,” she replied with a small sigh. Her fingers went to his hair and raked through it, messing it up and digging into his scalp. “Keep guessing.”
He leaned over her face again and lightly kissed an eyebrow, playing along with the game. “No earring here.”
She pinched his arm. “You knew that already.”
“Hush. You quit talking. This is my guessing game.”
Brenna made a zipping her lips motion and went silent, watching him.
He leaned down and lightly licked at her closed lips. “No piercing here.”
She shook her head, her eyes dancing.
His fingers went to one of the tiny white shoulder straps of her bra. Very slowly, he lifted it off her shoulder and skimmed it down her arm, glancing over at Brenna to see her reaction. Her gaze was intent, riveted to his fingers on her skin, as if fascinated. As if nothing else in the world existed.
Lovely. She was lovely. Tattoos, purple bangs, even the girlish white lingerie—they were all completely and utterly Brenna. He’d never noticed before how totally arousing the package could be.
He tugged the bra cup down on one side, exposing her nipple. Small, pink, tight. With one hand, he massaged the globe of her breast, then tweaked the nipple between his fingers, rolling it back and forth.
She moaned in response, arching under him. Her fingers dug into his scalp and then raked down his arms in response.
“No piercing here,” he said in a low, husky voice, and released her. “I should probably double-check, though.” And he leaned in and lightly licked the tip of her breast, sending a breathy moan through her again. He liked that reaction, so he continued to nip and kiss that tiny, tight little peak, making it stiff and slick and leaving her hopefully as aching with need as he was. His c**k was so hard at the moment that he thought he’d bust in his pants at any moment. He could feel the pr**cum on the head of his cock, soaking it and making his clothing stick. She was driving him mad with need, but he wanted to savor this. Savor her.
“Grant,” she whispered. “Please.”
“I should check the other breast, just in case,” he told her, and very slowly repeated the action. He could do this. He could keep control. It was simple. Slide the bra strap down the arm. Tug down the bra and reveal her pretty breast. He was in charge, not her. Her nipple was already stiff and pointing, and when he slid down to take it in his mouth, her choked cry of response sent a bolt of lust rocketing through him. “No piercing here, either.”
“You’re pretty good at this game,” she panted, then mewed as he bit lightly on her nipple. “Keep guessing.”
Oh, he was far from done. He’d only gone to her br**sts and she was quivering in his arms, his dick hard as iron. Of course, he was running out of known areas for piercings. Maybe she had one of those wild ones that he’d never expect, like between her toes or some such.
Because if it was anywhere below the belt? He’d probably come at the sight.
His hands continued to massage her br**sts in time, rolling her ni**les against his thumbs with each motion. Her eyes closed in ecstasy and her lips parted as she gave herself over to him completely, the look on her face utterly abandoned. He knew she’d be like this in bed—somehow, he’d known. Brenna wasn’t someone who went through life half-asleep. She was wild and fierce, and in bed she was completely and utterly responsive.
Grant’s gaze went to her bare belly button. No piercing there, but he had to taste it anyhow. Lifting his hands, he slid down the bed to press a kiss there.
She made a pleased sound in her throat, and then chuckled. “No piercing there either, huh? Maybe I was lying about the whole piercing thing.”
“Mmm. I’ve still got plenty of ground to cover.” He slid an exploring hand down the gentle curve of her belly, then laid it flat above the waistline of her tiny panties. “Should we take these off?”
“We should,” she said in response, and lifted her h*ps off the bed so he could slide them down her body.
He did, fascinated by the reveal. Her tattoos were exposed to him and he paused to examine each one more closely. The stars were a sprinkle of tiny dots that started small mid-thigh and got bigger as they spread across her pelvis in a scattered fan. On the opposite side, the design followed the same subtle design, as if someone had spilled drops of brightly colored paint across her legs. “Do they mean something?” he asked, lightly tracing wondering fingers over her hips.
“No,” she told him. “They’re just pretty and they make me happy.”
They made him rather happy, too. They were completely invisible in normal clothing, and it was like he was peeling away layers to find a secret Brenna underneath, who was just a bit more unique with every passing moment.
His fingers stroked over her hip bones and then slid toward her apex, to the dark vee of her pu**y. And he hesitated, because even though he was leading this exploration, he wanted her approval first.
“Don’t get shy on me now, Grant,” she said, teasing. “We’ll never finish our game if you do.” She spread her legs for him in invitation, knees bent, and that sight would go down in Grant’s mind as one of the most mind-blowingly sexy moves he’d ever seen.
He groaned, his c**k jumping at the sight. He wanted to bury his face in her thighs and make her scream and come in the next moment, but he had to keep playing this tantalizing, maddening game. So he took his hand that was resting on her belly and lightly stroked his thumb down the wet slit of her pu**y.
And his fingers touched something hard and metallic.
He froze.
She made a low sound of pleasure, flexing her hips.
“You’re pierced . . . here?”
“Ding ding ding,” she said breathily. “Give that man a prize.”
He had to get a closer look. Grant parted her flesh with his fingers, staring down at her perfect pink pu**y. Nestled below the dark curls, in the hood of her clit, was a vertical silver piercing with a tiny ball on the end.
Now that was the f**king sexiest thing he’d ever seen. “Damn. I . . .” He didn’t know what to say except the obvious. “Does it hurt?”