Page 37 of Summoning my Grumpy Demon Boss

I laugh. “Well I’m sure as hell not looking away. I might miss it.”

She blushes. “Ah, I’m not sure it’s anything to write home about. I mean I haven’t been watching my weight lately...” She glances down at herself.

I growl and step forward, sliding my hands back around her slim waist, feeling every curve deliberately. “Mia, I could spend hours just mapping out the curve of your waist or the size of each nipple. I could write a novel about the perfect shape of each breast. Well if I could write I would. I probably shouldn’t say this, in case it puts you off, but I’ve spent too many hours picturing you naked, trying to remember how good you looked. And let me tell you, I did a terrible job. You’re more gorgeous than any of my dreams or memories.”

She smiles shyly. “Well, when you put it like that.” She slips off the underwear slowly while I watch and the little smile grows when she takes in my reaction.

My cock bulges even harder against the seam of my jeans and I can’t take my eyes from the sight in front of me.

“Is this what you’ve been dreaming of?” she asks with growing confidence.

I curse under my breath. My gaze drops to the tiny patch of hair on her mound instinctively. “No.” I lift her and toss her onto the bed. “It was more like this.” Nudging a knee between her thighs, I sink over her, and her body moulds to mine in all the places we meet. “God, just like this.”

I still have the jeans on. That’s probably a good thing; or I wouldn’t have the willpower to keep from sinking straight into her, pushing myself inside her tight wet heat.

Instead, I kiss her tenderly and cup the back of her neck, giving her all the passion in my kiss I’d like to lavish on her every day. She opens for me, pulling me into her, moaning as we kiss over and over.

Then she reaches for my fly.

With a groan, I stop her.

“Oh, don’t worry, I got condoms.” She giggles.

I pull back, looking down at her. “I did, too.” I feel a little silly about that now, seeing as I have no intention of using them. It’s too soon. I wanted her to know I’ll take care of everything, though. “Only...” How do I say this?

She frowns. “You don’t want to?”

I sigh. “Mia, I want you. But what I said the other day is still true. I won’t want to be just the rebound guy.”

She chews her lip. “Luke, I’m not sure I can commit—”

Placing my fingers across her mouth, I shake my head. “You don’t have to be. Not yet. You need time. You’re still not over him.”

“I’m sorry,” she says around my fingers. “It’s not him. Not really. It’s just, how does it look? I haven’t even told my parents I broke up with Oliver yet. But I want this. I want you.”

I don’t want her to apologise to me. I don’t want her apologising to anyone for feeling how she feels. “Listen, I don’t want to bejustthe rebound guy, but I will beyourrebound guy. On one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“That offer only goes so far. I’ll touch you, kiss you, make you cum. I’ll make you cum as many times as you need, as often as you need, but we don’t fuck and you don’t touch me until you’re sure. Until you’re ready for me to call you mine. Got me?” Have I played my hand too quickly? Have I misread the situation? My chest is tight as I look down at her for a beat longer.

Her eyes widen. “Nothing?” Her eyes flick down to where our bodies meet. Where the large bulge in my jeans presses against her pussy. “Aren’t you going to cum at all?”

I bark a short, pained laugh. “Oh, I’ll cum. You want to know how many times I came already today, stroking my cock to the thought of your wet little pussy?”

She sucks in a breath and it’s not lost on me what my crude words do to her.

I keep going. “I rubbed my cock for you three times this morning thinking about how sweet it’s going to feel when you cum around him, leaving him slick with your cream.”

Mia’s breathing is ragged. She licks her lips. “Let me see?”

“Mia...” I breathe her name as a warning, but she keeps going.

“Let me see, please. I just want to see you. I won’t touch.”

God, the way her gaze roves across what she can see of my body is fucking everything. Hesitantly, I sit back and pull off my shirt.

Mia grins and openly admires me and my belly tightens as if she is touching me. Can I do this and not have her? I don’t know, but her need for me can’t go unanswered. Ever.

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