Page 12 of I Would Beg For You
I’m panting uncontrollably now.
My panties are drenched and are already sticking into my folds. I close my eyes when it gets too intense, but then I remember his admonition.
Eyes on me.
So I force my eyes open and I keep on looking at him, trying hard not to give away that I’m having a fucking orgasm just imagining him doing wicked things to me.
I tremble and clench the muscles between my legs as a wave of pleasure overtakes me.
Please don’t let me cry out. Please don’t let me cry out.
I bite my lip to keep myself from moaning out loud. I’m panting from the ecstasy that overtakes my body and the muscles of my pelvis continue to shudder in lesser echoes as I ride out the orgasm that grips my core. Slowly, my breathingeases as I float down from this glorious high. My back relaxes, my breathing slows, and I let myself melt into the seat.
It feels like a loss when Valentino releases my hand and eases back into his seat. He winces as he turns away from me. Goodness, how long did he stay in this twisted up position, all to help me? He didn’t have to, but he did.
I should say thank you. But how do you say thank you to someone that just simulated the hottest version of sex on your palm and made you—
“I bet you’re a Wickham girl,” he muses.
Chapter 5 Naomi
I blink several times.“What?”
He presses his back into his seat and looks ahead, stretching his long legs in front of him.
“Come on. I can see into your bedroom, remember? The bookshelves are right across, and your copy ofPride and Prejudicehas the focal spot on the middle shelf. I’ve seen you pick it up so many times. I recognize the cover. Penguin Classics.”
It strikes me that he saw that, let alone recalls it. But the words he uttered have me up in arms.
“Wickham? You seriously think I’d fall for Wickham? You think I don’t have any brains or what?”
“Elizabeth did.”
He has the audacity to shrug as he says this.
I have to defend my all-time favorite heroine. “Well, at the time, Darcy was no prize, either.”
He tsks now.
Seriously?“Do you even know what you’re talking about?”
“I don’t have an opinion on something I know nothing about, Naomi.”
I frown. “How do you even happen to knowPride and Prejudice?”
“Read it.”
“You? Read?” It sounds bitchy, but I never saw any books in his bedroom.
“I minored in English at college.”
I know he has an MBA. I always assumed he studied something business-related as an undergrad, too.
I’m still not over the shock. “You read Austen for that?”
He nods. “And all the other canonical literature.”
Color me impressed. And crushing a tad more, if that were possible. There’s something about a man who isn’t afraid of books and their content.
