Nurturing Britney (Surrender Book 7) by Becca Jameson (best books to read fiction .TXT) 📗

longer on hers than the first kiss. I even let my tongue flick over the seam of her mouth before I pull back.

Sweet Jesus.

She whimpers, which makes my cock jump to full attention. It’s pressing against her hip, and she has to know this. It’s been growing larger by the moment since she first sat on my lap.

“Thank you,” she whispers before sucking in a breath.

“That’s another swear word and another thank you. Your tally is up to four now,” I tease.

“And you still haven’t told me what the repercussions are.”

“Yep,” I agree, pursing my lips.

She groans, her hands coming to my shoulders. “Come on. Tell me. You say there are things I don’t know about you. Give me this one.”

“Nope. Not today. But I will warn you, it would be best not to let the tally continue to grow.” I lift a brow.

She giggles, that sweet, sweet sound I love so much. When she finally stops, her expression sobers. “Will you kiss me again?”

“Let me ask you a question first.”

“Okay…”

“How many times have you been kissed?”

“Twice,” she answers without hesitation. “Well, once. I kissed you the first time.” She cocks her head to one side. “Told you I’m pitiful.”

“You’re not pitiful. You’re precious. And to answer your question, yes, I’ll kiss you again.” I draw her head down to meet my lips, knowing I’m killing myself by allowing this but unable to stop. Our lips meet and then I angle her head to one side. For a few moments, I nibble on her mouth, but then I drag my tongue along her bottom lip. “Open for me, sweetie.”

She parts her lips, and I slide my tongue inside, teasing hers. She tastes of syrup and orange juice. She tastes of Britney and heaven. She tastes like my future. Assuming there is a God and he has me on his radar this week.

Chapter 11

Britney

The moment Davis breaks our kiss, I feel his loss. I want him to do it again. I want more. So much more. My body is alive with a tingling I’ve never felt before. Arousal.

Well, that’s not entirely true. I’ve experienced it when I’m alone at night under the covers, but not with another human. I’ve dreamed about a kiss like that. I’ve dreamed about other things too. I wish he would slide his hands around to my breasts and squeeze them. For the first time in my life, I’d like a man to touch me between my legs. I’m trembling with need.

He does none of those things though. Instead, he breaks free, breathing heavily, and smiles at me. He eases me off his lap and stands me on my feet in front of him. I’m wobbly but he holds my hips until I have my balance.

He sets me back a few inches and stands. His hands go to my face. “I brought a few other things from your apartment, but not many.”

“Oh, right. Good. Some clothes?”

He takes my hand and leads me into the kitchen. There’s a bag on the counter I hadn’t paid attention to earlier. It’s one of my duffels.

I’m still unsteady from the earth-shaking kiss, so I hold on to the edge of the counter as he grabs my bag. He opens it and pulls out my phone charger, holding it up. “Figured you’d need this.”

I glance toward my phone. It’s on the other end of the counter, probably dead. “Yeah.”

He puts his hand back on the duffel and looks at me. “Will you please let me replace your clothes? I brought a few things, but all you have are threadbare jeans and loose T-shirts. Why don’t you find your inner girl, the one you left behind in first grade? Give her a try. The girl who stopped wearing pink and dresses is inside you. She missed out. She deserves to have her day.”

I nod slowly, wondering what clothes he’s bought me. “Okay.”

He hesitates and then pulls in a breath. “I brought one other thing from your apartment. It was the only thing in your entire place that was pink.”

I frown. I don’t own anything pink that I know of.

Finally, he lifts something else out of my bag and holds it up.

I nearly die. My knees are weak.

He’s grinning mischievously as he continues to hold up my vibrator. “I thought you might be missing this. I mean, I don’t know how often you use it, but I didn’t want to leave it behind.” He’s teasing me.

I’m certain my face has been red most of the morning, but the heat on my cheeks now is going to start a fire. I look at him. “Davis,” I yell, “put that back in the bag. You’re embarrassing me.”

He sets it down on top of my clothes but doesn’t close the bag, so it’s still visible. He comes toward me, stalking really. I back up, but he catches me and wraps an arm around my waist, tugging me against his body. “Sorry. I couldn’t resist. I would have just left it in there and said nothing, letting you discover it in the bag. But that would have embarrassed you too. And then I decided I didn’t really want you to have those jeans and shirts anyway…”

“You could have left it behind at my apartment and not said a word,” I point out, my hands flat on his chest, my humiliation still burning my cheeks.

He chuckles. “Sweetie, every woman has a vibrator or two. I’d be more shocked if you didn’t, especially since I now know you haven’t had anyone else taking care of you.” He lifts a brow. “However…”

“Oh, God. What now?”

He gives me an evil grin. “I think I’ll just keep it for now.”

“What?” My eyes go wide. “Why bring it up at all and then keep it?” I squirm in his arms. For once, I’m aroused with a man. He’s embarrassing me for my sexuality, and he’s going to deny me?

Another chuckle. “Yeah, I think I’ll keep it. Denial does amazing things to a woman.