Shockingly Seductive (Addicted To You, Book Seven)
Author:Covington, Lucy

He slid the straps down slowly, a wicked look in his eye, teasing me, until finally I was lying there topless. A warm summer breeze blew through the window, brushing against my bare skin, and causing my nipples to harden even more. Then his hands were on my breasts again, as he brought his lips back to mine, our tongues moving against each other as we kissed.


I moved my hips against his, and I could feel how hard he was. It made me even more excited, and I rubbed myself against him for another second, and then I had to stop.


I was so turned on it was almost scary – I felt like I was one second away from losing control of my own body.


Justin kissed down my neck again, this time not stopping until his lips were at my breasts. His tongue moved over my nipple, sucking it gently into his mouth. The slight stubble on his face scratched against my skin, providing an exquisite contrast to the warm softness of his mouth, and the sensation nearly sent me over the edge.


I felt like maybe I was going to have an orgasm. I’d never had one before, so I couldn’t be sure, but his hands and his tongue and his body were driving me absolutely out of my mind, and I felt like I was about to explode.


I had heard that the first time you had sex with someone, it was supposed to be awkward and weird and sloppy. But this -- this was anything but awkward. This was insanely hot. I wondered if sex with Justin would be even more of this. I wondered if it wasn’t awkward only because Justin was so good at what he was doing. He was confident, like he knew exactly where to touch, where to kiss, what to do.


Because he’s done it so many times before.




The thought entered my head before I had a chance to push it out. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and took a deep breath, telling myself not to think about that. So what if he was more experienced than me? A lot of people were.


He did all this same stuff with Brooklyn.


“What’s wrong?” Justin asked, sensing something was off.




“You sure?”


I nodded. What was I supposed to say? That I’d started feeling weird about the fact that he’d sex with another girl not that long ago? Actually, why shouldn’t I have been able to say that? He had had sex with another girl not that long ago.


So when Justin started to kiss me again, I pulled away.


“It’s just…” I trailed off. I knew I had every right to tell him how I was feeling, but still. Something about saying it out loud was embarrassing. “I mean, you had sex with Brooklyn.”


“Yeah.” He trailed a finger down over my bare stomach. His touch sent electricity jolting through my body, threatening to override my mind’s protests. “But it didn’t mean anything.”


I frowned. “What do you mean, it didn’t mean anything?”


“I mean,” he said, “that it was just sex.”


“It was just sex?” I repeated. “That’s how you’re going to try to make me feel better? By telling me it was just sex?”


He sighed and rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. “Not everything is complicated, Lindsay,” he muttered. “Sometimes things just happen.”


He sounded annoyed, which made me annoyed. “You’re kidding, right?” I asked.


“No.” He shook his head. “Not everything is always full of messy emotions and unanswered questions. Sometimes sex is just sex.”


Tears of disappointment priced at the back of my eyes. “Yeah, and how do I know this isn’t just sex?”


He let out a huge sigh. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”


Now I was really mad. I reached for my tank top, which was tangled up in the covers in the bottom of the bed. I grabbed it and went to put it back on, but Justin stopped me.


“No, wait,” he said, sitting up. He rubbed his face and sighed. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m being an asshole.”


“Yeah, ya think?”


“It’s just that you said you were okay with the whole Brooklyn thing.”


“No, I didn’t.”


“Yes, you did.”


“No, I didn’t.”


“Yes, you did. When I was kissing you just now, you said it was fine, that you wanted to keep going.”


“All I meant was that I wanted to keep going with what we were doing.”


“And I figured that meant you weren’t still upset about me and Brooklyn.”


“Well you figured wrong.”


He sighed in frustration and then flopped back down on the bed.


I reached for my shirt again, and again he stopped me. “Look, I’m sorry,” he said, pulling me back down close to him. “It’s just that I want you so bad.”


I turned and looked at him, and he kissed me softly on the lips. “I want you, too,”


I whispered.


We kept kissing, and his kiss got more urgent, and then his hands started moving over my bare skin and it felt so good that I almost couldn’t stop. But I pushed him away.


“I can’t,” I said, shaking my head. “I just…I need to know that this means something to you.”


“Lindsay,” he says. “Of course it means something to me.”


“How do I know you didn’t say that to Brooklyn?”


“I told you, that was different.”