Page 26 of Filthy Liar

“And when you come back?”

I’ve never felt so nervous or so on edge before. And stupid. I feel really fucking stupid. When he doesn't answer, I wish I could vanish in an instant. I want to disappear. I can’t, though. I’mstuck here, naked and vulnerable, hoping he’ll throw me a scrap. Any scrap.

I fell for him because he has a great mouth and an even better dick—I’m an idiot. And I didn’t really think any of this through. I wanted to be wild, to do something I would never normally do. And now here I am. Completely falling for this guy, this virtual stranger.

“When I come back, we’ll spend some time together.”

“Will we?” I ask, almost as if I’m dying of thirst, and he’s the only water in the whole world.

I’m desperate.

I know I am.

I’m sure I sound and look it, too. There are some things you can hide, some things you can pretend and brush off. But not this. Humble doesn’t call me out on it, though. Instead, he stops what he’s doing and makes his way toward me. I watch as he sinks down on the edge of the bed.

Reaching out, he cups my cheek. His palm is warm, and I welcome the touch. My breath hitches as his thumb slides across my bottom lip, and his eyes search mine. “We will, Dillion. If you couldn’t guess, I like you a hell of a lot.”

“But you don’t even know me,” I whisper. “How could you like me?”

I hear his chuckle as if he thinks I’m cute or funny. Maybe he thinks I’m weird or crazy. I’m not quite sure. Then he leans forward to touch his lips to mine before he speaks. His voice comes out all raspy and sexy.

“I know all I need to know,” he murmurs against my lips. “I know how you taste and how you feel. That’s all I need to know about you, Dillion. The rest we can learn in time.”

“Oh, Humble,” I exhale against his lips.

“I could fuck you again right here, baby.”

Pressing my thighs together, I wonder if he could indeed do that right here and now. I would not turn it down. In fact, I would welcome it. I’m sore, but I don’t think I will ever be too sore for his touch.

Being with him was different from being with anyone else. I can’t explain it. My secret lover is amazing, but face to face, seeing Humble’s expressions, feeling his touch, sleeping beside him—it's amazing.

Seeing his eyes.

That is something I’ve been missing.

And as good as my secret lover feels when he touches me, when he’s inside of me, Humble is better. At least, in my subconscious, it feels better. It’s probably all in my head because I came with both of them—explosively.

But with Humble, there was more emotion, more intimacy, and more sensuality. That’s what I have been missing. That’s what makes it better with him than my secret lover. That’s what makes me want to stay right here, and that’s what makes me want more.

CLINK

I could fuckher again and again. I cannot get enough of this woman, not now, not ever. I’ve fallen for her. It’s not just the ownership part. It’s bigger than that. So much bigger. I just didn’t realize it until I could see her.

Until we were in the light.

Pressing my lips together, I lean forward and touch my mouth to hers. “When I get back, it’s you and me, Dillion.”

“I’m confused,” she breathes against my mouth.

Humming, I lean back slightly. I look into her eyes, my gaze searching hers for a moment before I clear my throat andrespond to her. “Don’t be confused, baby. I want more of this, of you.”

I brush my lips across hers again before I stand. “Now, I need to get you home so I can head out.”

Romance is done, and I have shit to do. Dillion nods her head a couple of times, then throws her legs over the side of the bed. She clutches the sheet to her chest as she does. “Just a few days?” she asks.

Straightening my legs, I take a few steps backward and make my way over to my bag to continue rolling up my tees and underwear to shove inside. “Just a few days, baby.”

“Okay,” she says softly. “Okay.”

---