Page 33 of InfraRed

“Graham,” she whispers, those eyes becoming hooded as she sucks my thumb into her mouth.Fuck. She leans forward, pressing her hands into my chest, and God help me, I’m not sure I can push her away.

My self-control is obliterated as those lush lips brush mine. Reaching up, I grip the back of her head, tugging it slightly causing her to gasp. When that delicious mouth opens, I sweep my tongue inside, tasting every inch. Hints of tequila and fruit explode as her softness molds to mine. Her nails bite into my skin through my dress shirt as she grips me tightly as if she’s trying to hold on for dear life. Her strong yet soft body molds to mine as I grip her hips, holding her tightly against my erection. She whimpers against my mouth and tries to rock her hips, but I can’t let her.

I will not fuck her this way. She will be fully aware when I finally sink inside her tight body, and Iwillbe inside her soon.

She moans again when I nip her bottom lip, sucking it between my teeth.

Fuck, I’ve got to stop, or I willneverstop.

Where I find the restraint, I don’t know, but I manage to pull myself away, instantly missing those lips on mine. “Jesus, Sunflower, you’re killing me,” I mutter.

Those blue eyes search mine, looking adorably amazed. “Oh, my God,” she whispers. “I think…”

My fingers reach between us, finding her face and brushing a few strands of hair off her cheek. “What do you think, Sunflower?”

“I think…” Her eyes grow, but it’s the sudden, ghastly shade that concerns me. “I think I’m going to be sick.” Her hand flies to the handle, opening the door somehow despite still moving. My arm bands around her waist, holding her tight to keep her from going headfirst onto the pavement, causing vomit to cover my car, her, and me.

“Stop the car,” I bark at Will.

“We’re here,” he says as he stops in front of her building, but I still don’t turn her loose out of fear she will kiss concrete.

Her body heaves in my arms. She retches again, splattering the sidewalk in copious amounts of liquid, but that’s all it is. As disgusting as it is to see, it’s obvious she didn’t eat today, which means she drank enough to supply a small liquor store on an empty stomach.

The urge to redden her ass is strong.

When she sits up and sees the mess on both of us and the car, in typical Casey fashion, she apologizes. I suppose no amount of alcohol can take that part of her personality away.

I brush her hair from her face, smiling as warmly as I can. “It’s fine, Case. Let’s get you inside.”

Will appears at the door with a red face and lips pressed tightly together. The fucker is clearly suppressing his laughter.

He helps Casey out of the car, holding her steady at his side until I pull myself out. I pull her to my side and glare at him. A smile breaks across his face. “Man, it speaks volumes that you kiss a girl, and she pukes everywhere.”

I scoop Casey into my arms and look over my shoulder. “Bring my gym bag and the hydration kit up, then you’re fired.”

*****

We stand in her bathroom, my fingers gripping her arms, holding her steady on her swaying feet as she stares at me with intoxicated lust. As her tongue swipes her lower lip, I breathe sharp determination, steeling myself. This will be the biggest test of self-control of my life. “We need to get you cleaned up, Sunflower.”

Satisfaction hums from her sweet mouth, and I squeeze my lids tightly, reach inside the glass shower, turn the handles, and set the temperature.

When I turn around she’s managed to remove all of her clothes.

I try. I swear to you, God, and everything that I try to keep my eyes on her face. On those fathomless eyes, lush lips, and innocent eyes. But fuck you, I’m only human.

With a rough hand rubbing over my jaw, my eyes trail down her elegant neck to her graceful shoulders, tracing the ink that decorates her beautiful skin. They slide over her delectable breasts, small and round with tight, rosy nipples begging to be sucked. My cock throbs and weeps, begging me to give him relief. I glance down at the inconvenience between my legs with a growl.

Look, fucker, you’re not getting in there, so cut that shit out.He laughs at me when I let my gaze wander over the intricate line work between her breasts that weave and twist its way down,stretching across her ribcage.

My nostrils flare as irrational anger consumes me as images of some asshole with their hands all over those beautiful temptations eat at my mind. I swallow the feral growl trying to escape and force my attention elsewhere… lower.

Tiny ripples over her abdomen make my mouth water, and I suddenly understand a woman’s fascination with running their hands and mouth over a man’s abs. I continue across her obliques and narrow hips, finding more ink that makes me homicidal. Over powerful thighs, defined calves, to her…

What did I ever do to be tortured like this?

She’s still wearing her shoes. Her double-tied, hi-top, dark blue Converse with sunflowers painted on them—something she’s done for as long as I’ve known her—taunt me because I’ll have to remove them. Meaning I will be at eye level with her pussy. Close enough to lick yet unable to touch. Eden and the Forbidden Fruit.

I drop to my heels, keeping my eyes firmly on those laces, unknotting them as quickly as possible. After the left one is gone, I move to the right. She teeters, stumbling forward, dropping her hands to my shoulders to get her balance.

---