Page 119 of After All This Time

“Is something wrong?” She lightly furrows her eyebrows.

I walk over to her bed, sitting down with my legs hanging off the edge. “Sit on me.”

Her eyes roam around the room, avoiding the possibility of meeting my gaze and crossing her arms over her breasts. “What?”

“Sit on my lap, Dani,” I demand.

Her body jerks, but she listens to me. She’s strolling over to me like she’s walking in the park on a sunny day.

Hurry the fuck up, woman.

I grab her by her hips, guiding her onto my lap.

When she sits down, I hear a whimpering sound come out of her mouth.

“Do you feel that? Do you feel what you’re doing to me?” I murmur into her ear, smiling into her neck.

I lean my head forward to get a glance at her face.

Her cheeks are bright red.

My girl is blushing.

She leans forward, bringing her legs up to her body and burying her head into her arms.

“You can’t hide from me.”

“How am I turning you on right now? I’m not even doing anything.”

“Let’s call it the Danielle Solomon effect. You have this crazy power to turn me on just by looking at me with your hypnotizing brown eyes.”

She lifts her head back up, placing the palms of her hands on her flushed cheeks.

“You have no idea what you do to me, but you’re about to find out.” I trail my hand up her arm which is covered in goosebumps. When it reaches her shoulder, I slide my thumb underneath the strap of her tank top.

Touching Dani is fucking addicting.

The way her skin melts into my fingers when I touch her makes me feel like an erupting volcano, seeping molten lava through its cracks.

I wet my lips, pressing on them so hard that I can feel my teeth.

My lips swiftly find their way back to her neck. I move a few stray tendrils of her ponytail out of the way so I can get to work, nibbling on the soft and smooth skin on her neck.

“Noah,” she says through a quick breath.

“Is this okay?”

Her head moves, but I can’t tell if that was a yes or no.

“I need to hear a yes or no come out of your mouth, Princess.”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

She gets up off my lap, standing in front of me. “Are we really doing this?”

“Stop talking, Dani.” I scoot off the bed, immediately gripping onto her hips.

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