Page 78 of Fall Into Me

“Every time you do that, you know it just turns me on.”

She rolled her eyes. “Consider it fodder for your spank bank the next time you decide to touch yourself.”

“Rest assured, whenever I touch myself, you’re the only thing I think about.”

“Fane!” Her hair twirled behind her when she spun back toward me. “You—that’s not—you aren’t allowed to say that sort of stuff out loud.”

“Does it make you uncomfortable?” I pushed off the counter and walked toward her.

She crossed her arms and arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at me. “What would all yourgirlfriendsthink?”

That took me so off guard that my head flew back without permission from the force of my laughing scoff. “Please, Calista.”

“You said you had girlfriends. Plural.” She backed up a step.

“Are you jealous?” I tilted my head to the side and reveled in the way her throat worked, trying to swallow. Once, twice, before her finger reached up and slid up her nose.

“I heard you say ‘girlfriends.’” She ignored me completely. Crossing her arms, the pillowy tops of her tits pushing up, even more visible. I didn’t bother hiding the way my eyes lingered on them.

“Eyes are up here, buddy.” She gestured to her face with the same panicked, flappy hand from before.

“You heard wrong.” I took another step forward, then another, until she was backed up against the sink, and I had one hand on either side of her.

“I have to be honest, I’m having a lot of fun with all of these verbal sparring matches we’re having, but that mouth of yours might need to be filled with something else to put an end to all those snarky quips you seem to have become so fond of.”

“Fane, this isn’t a game.” She pushed at my chest, but I didn’t budge. Instead, I grabbed her and pulled her to me. Beingaround her and not being able to touch her was a very specific brand of torture. The way her breath caught in her throat when I reached down, letting a hand slide along the back of her leg until I got to her knee and hoisted it up to sit at my hip.

Cali’s hands gripped tight onto two fistfuls of my shirt.

“Fane, what—”

“Tell me to stop right now and I will.” Her mouth stayed open, but the words promptly stopped flowing. I could feel the way she wavered between pushing me away and pulling me closer with the grip she had on my shirt.

I could feel the molten heat of her pussy through the barrier of my jeans between us, and one hard grind of my painfully hard cock against her sent her eyes fluttering. It would be so easy to unbutton my jeans and sink right into her. Right here, right now. I could fucking imagine it—the way her nails would dig into me, how her breathing would turn shallow, how her pussy would grip onto me. Pull me in until the only thing I knew was her.

The image in my head almost sent my eyes rolling back in their sockets.

“I know you don’t trust a thing that comes out of my mouth, but believe me when I tell you that you were the last woman I touched and theonlywoman I will ever touch for the rest of my life. There’s been no one but you. There willneverbe anyone but you.”

Cali let out a little whimper that sent a zap down my spine, and my grip on her tightened.

What I wanted was to drop to my knees right in front of her. To make my way under the hem of what was yet another one of her pretty little sundresses that were getting too flimsy for the colder weather that was rolling in and spread her wide. To drag my tongue along the seam of her perfect cunt that I knew was soaking wet for me. Feel her hand in my hair and the way shewould grind herself against my mouth. The way she’d say my name, begging me to let her come.

Instead, I dropped her leg and stepped back. Watching the way her eyes dropped to the bulge in my jeans and the very noticeable wet spot she left behind, just like I knew there would be.

“I’m going to put a lasagna in the oven.”

She started nodding. “Yep. I’ll…I’ll…” She cleared her throat. “Turn on that home improvement show.”

“Great.” I leaned down to press a kiss to her cheek, and that snapped her out of her trance. Her face went from golden, sun-kissed skin to bright cherry red in a matter of seconds.

“Ew,” she said, wiping at her cheek and pushing me away from her. “Just for that, I’ve decided to put you up for managing a booth at the Autumn Fair next weekend.”

“Perfect.” I sent her a wink just before pulling the frozen dish out of the freezer.

“And you’ll have to meet everyone from town and be nice to them and serve them beer.”

“That sounds awesome.”

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