Cards of Love: The Devil (Devil's Playground #1)(5)

Not unless I do something to shake them up a little.

Leaning back against the pillow, I dangle my feet on his lap again, intentionally stretching out my slim, t-shirt clad frame. “Come on, Cain. I thought we were friends.”

If he notices the provocative tone my voice has taken, he doesn’t comment on it.

As usual, he remains silent. Jaw clenched. Eyes hard.

But he’s not leaving…which means there must be a small part of him that likes being around me.

“Have you been seeing her long?”

He glares at me. “I’m not talking about this with you.”

“Why not?” I ask coyly. “I mean, I’m pretty much legal now. Surely we can have an adult conversation…right?”

His eyes follow the fingernail I’m sliding up my torso. “I’m not talking about my sex life with my daughter.”

“We both know I’m not your daughter, Cain.”

My nipples pebble when his gaze locks on my bare legs. “No, you’re not.” Torment etches his features. “Still doesn’t make it right.”

My heart is practically beating out of my chest. This is the first time he’s ever looked at me this way, but if I play my cards right…it won’t be the last time.

Slowly, I slink my foot up his thigh. “Doesn’t make what right? We’re friends. Friends talk about sex.”

He snorts. “I’m not talking about sex with someone who hasn’t even had her first kiss yet.”

I don’t know whether to be flattered he thinks I’m so virtuous or offended. “I’ve been kissed before.”

“When?” His eyes narrow. “You told me nothing happened with that pervert—”

“Not him.”

“Then who?”

The whisper of jealousy in his tone makes my insides swoop.

I bite my lip and wiggle my toes a little, making sure they brush a certain appendage that’s growing thicker by the second. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

“No.” The pad of his thumb traces the arch of my foot and I shiver. “You go first.”

“Fine. My first kiss was with a girl I used to hang out with.”

He eyes me skeptically. “What was her name?”

“Viola Cesario.” I fold one arm under my head—an intentional move that causes my t-shirt to rise, exposing my white cotton panties. “I used to go to her house after school, and one day while we were doing our math homework—she asked if she could kiss me to see what it was like.” I draw in a leisurely breath and his eyes drop to my breasts. “I was a little nervous, but she was so gentle with me.” I lick my lower lip. “To this day, I still remember how her mouth tasted like bubble gum.” I give him a wry smile. “We kissed for so long I thought our lips would fall off. If it wasn’t for her older brother walking in on us, they might have.”

His throat bobs on a swallow. “What did he say when he caught you?”

My smile grows. “He asked us to do it again.” This time, I’m not subtle when I brush his now bulging erection with my foot. “But he had one special request.”

Cain makes a low noise in his throat. “What was that?”

I walk my fingers down the length of my body, stopping when I reach the band of my underwear. “He asked her to kiss me here.”

His cock pulses beneath me. “What did you say?”

I make a lazy circle over the fabric, inching closer to my clit. “What do you think?”

He zeroes in on the damp spot forming beneath my fingers. “I think you’re a girl who’s easily corrupted by all the bad things in life.”

I slip two digits inside my panties, catching the wetness on them. “It’s kind of sweet you think I’m so innocent.”

His expression turns pained with lust and I know I’ve got him right where I want him. “That’s because you are.”

Removing my hand, I hold up my glistening fingers. “Well, if I’m an angel, what would that make you?”

“Right now?” He leans in, his mouth a mere centimeter from the fluid I’m teasing him with. “The Devil.” He sucks my fingers into his mouth and groans. “Because one taste of you won’t be enough.”

Butterflies fill my belly, but a vicious wave of arousal chases them all away when he starts stroking me through my underwear. “Tell me what happened next.”

I have to pinch myself to make sure this is actually happening and it’s not another fantasy of mine. “She said she didn't know what to do...so her brother...he...”

“He what?”

His knuckle grazes my clit and I suck in a breath. “He offered to show her.”

“Fuck.” He squeezes his erection through his pants. “Did they taste your pretty pussy at the same time?”

“Yes.” I’m so turned on I can barely breathe. “It felt so good.”

“I bet it did.” A shiver runs through me when he moves my panties to the side and slides his finger past my swollen lips, easing his way in. “God, you’re so tight.” A wet sound fills the room as he drives through my slickness and I buck against his hand. “So fucking tight.”

With a grunt, he drops to his knees. “Spread your legs.”