The Touch of a Villain: An Enemies to Lovers High School Romance (The Boys of Clermont Bay Book 1) by Holly Renee (best book recommendations TXT) 📕

I managed to rip it over my head, and it landed in the water with a loud plop. My simple white bra was practically see-through from the water, and I forced myself not to cover a single inch as he looked his fill.

I had never been checked out so brazenly by a man, and it made me feel crazy. His eyes roaming over my skin made me feel like I was perfect even though I knew that to be so far from the truth.

He lowered his head and pressed his mouth to the swell of my breast. “You are so beautiful.” He didn’t wait for any reply. He moved to the next breast and pressed his lips there before swiping his tongue beneath the fabric. I felt that move straight to my core.

My hips jolted against his, and I wanted to beg him for more. I wanted to tell him to do whatever he wanted with me.

My back slammed into the pool wall, and I hadn’t even realized we were moving. His hips pushed into mine, harder than before, and I moaned as I ran my fingers into his dark hair.

His hands found my ass, and he lifted me up. I tried to cling to him as he pushed me away from him, but Beck was in full control. He set me on the edge of the pool, and he slid his fingers into the sides of my panties.

I leaned back on my hands and lifted my hips as he pulled them off my ass and down my legs. I was fully exposed to him and the cool night air, the only thing between us was the thin fabric of my bra.

He was staring at me like he had never really seen me before, his gaze flicking over every inch of my skin as if he was trying to memorize it, and his eyes didn’t meet mine again until they reached the apex of my thighs.

He stared up at me as he pushed my legs apart, and the urge to cover myself was overwhelming. I had never been on display like this for anyone.

I had never allowed someone such intimate access to my body, and I knew that he didn’t deserve it.

I was giving that privilege to a man who wouldn’t appreciate it, but I still wanted it to be him. Every part of me was sure about that fact.

I wanted him to take whatever part of me he wanted, and I would deal with my regrets later.

Even if he was just a fucked-up boy who had no clue what he truly wanted.

I knew that I wanted him, and it was that simple for me.

“Touch yourself.”

My gaze snapped to him, and my thighs pushed against his hands. I didn’t know what I had expected from him, but it wasn’t that.

I didn’t want to touch myself. I wanted him to touch me. I needed him to touch me.

“What?” My voice was shaky and so unsure. I had touched myself plenty of times in the darkness of my bedroom, but never in front of someone. And never when I was on full display.

He gripped one of my hands in his and moved it to the front of my body. I watched him as he pressed my fingers against my sex. I was already so wet, and he pushed his middle finger over mine as he forced me to drag it through my folds until there wasn’t a single inch of me that wasn’t covered in my moisture.

My harsh breath rang out between us, and I could barely see straight as he moved my finger in small circles against my clit.

“Show me, Josie.” He dropped his hand from mine and pressed it back against my thigh. “Show me how you touch yourself when you think of me.”

Oh, God.

“Show me how you touched yourself that night I text you.”

Why did that sound so dirty? Why did that make my hand start to move like I was at home chasing my orgasm on my own? My fingers moved like I was chasing it for no one but him.

He stared down at my sex as I moved, and his chest heaved in and out with each breath. His hands pushed down on my thighs, widening me farther for him, and I dropped back on my elbow.

His fingers touched my pussy, causing a whimper to rip through me as he pushed inside my body. His hand moved much slower than mine, and I couldn’t stop myself as I moved my hips against him. I was chasing every sensation he would give me.

It all felt like too much but not nearly enough.

I was overwhelmed, but I needed more. He stared at me as he lowered his head and pressed a gentle kiss against me. My fingers trembled under his lips, but his found speed. They pushed in and out of me as his tongue snaked its way around my fingers and licked at my clit.

I jolted forward, shocked by the sensation and how good it felt. I had never had anyone touch me like this before. He sucked my clit into his mouth, and I gasped as my eyes rolled back in my head.

I arched my back, trying to force myself closer to him. Closer to the things his wicked mouth was doing.

He pushed my thighs toward me, opening them up to a point that seemed impossible, and I looked back down at him. He was staring at me as he ate me, and I had never seen anything so arousing in all my life.

I tried to breathe as we stared at each other, but it felt impossible. I felt like I couldn’t catch my breath or my racing heart or a single thought as they rushed through my mind.

Everything felt centered around where he was touching me. Every part of me focused on him.

His teeth grazed the sensitive skin around my clit before he sucked it