Page 36 of Done Waiting

“Cat got your tongue, baby girl?”

I can’t seem to stop staring at him. I’m in a trance as I shake my head, finally mumbling, “No. I just…” I shrug.

“You feel it, too.” He presses into me a little more, letting me feel every muscular curve of his body beneath his clothes. His hardness presses against me, turning me into a nonfunctional pile of goo about to melt at his feet.

As if he has an uncanny sixth sense, his knuckles brush over my skin so gently it’s like a gentle ocean breeze. I tremble beneath his touch. “Just so you know, I’d never hurt you, or make you do anything you didn’t want to do.” The low timbre of his voice goes straight to my center. His grin is seductive, a spider drawing me into his web. “I’d want you soaking wet, begging me.”

Oh fuck.

I try clamping my thighs together, but he’s standing between them.

My gaze drops to his full pink lips, my tongue darting out, sweeping over my bottom lip, before my eyes lock with his.

His dark orbs blaze from desire, warming me like a heater. My breath hitches as he drags his knuckles slowly over my cheek again.

“I’d giveanythingto kiss you. Touch you.” He swallows hard, his Adam’s Apple bobbing. His gaze lowers, dropping down to my heaving chest, and then back up to meet my eyes. “Taste you.” Leaning slightly closer, I stop breathing for a moment as my heart bangs inside my chest, wondering if he’s going to kiss me.

But he doesn’t.

He hovers there for a couple of beats, and I breathe again, drawing his scent so far into my nose and lungs that I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.

“I’d turn you into a whimpering, quivering mess. You’d beg me to fuck you. And make no mistake, baby girl. I’d fuck you like you’ve never been fucked in your life. I’d make you come so hard you see stars. But I still wouldn’t be finished with you. I’d keep going until you are so wrapped up in pleasure and lust that you think you’ll die if you come one more time. And then…” He brings his face closer to mine, his lips almost touching mine.

I stop breathing again, anxiously awaiting him to finish what he was saying, my panties damp from arousal.

If his words get me this turned on, what the hell would it be like to be touched by him?

His hand moves to my hair, his fingers lightly massaging my scalp. I find myself turning into his hand, his touch feeling heavenly, causing goosebumps to cover every inch of my skin.

“Then I’d come deep inside you, filling you so full it would run out of you for hours.”

Fuck. Why the hell is that so damn hot?

Before I can stop it, a low groan escapes from my parted lips. My fingers come up, gripping his hoodie. I really want him to fucking kiss me.

Instead, I’m greeted by the cold, chilly October air as he steps back, taking all the warmth away.

His voice is raspy as he says, “But I can’t do any of those things. You have a boyfriend.”

What the hell?I’m stunned, my brain scrambling to figure out what the hell just happened.

His gaze moves to my front door. “Go home, baby girl.” His voice is husky and warm, wrapping around me like a heavy blanket.

I don’t want to go anywhere unless it’s with him.

As if he knows, he gives me a final, longing look before spinning around and heading to his truck. I stand there, the coldness that’s seeping into my bones having nothing to do with the cool night air blowing around me.

He hops inside his truck, looking like a fucking chiseled Greek God as he does. Shutting the door, he places a barrier between us.

His truck window is down, AC/DC’s “Let Me Put My Love Into You” floating into the air. He stares at me intently as the chorus plays. I bite my lip, the hunger on his face palpable. Hewinks at me. “Lose the boyfriend, and I will give you everything I said to you tonight.”

Holy fucking shit.

The salacious smile on his face makes me want to run over, rip his door open, and climb onto his lap. Though I’ve never been forward or demanding, I know that I’d beg him to kiss, touch, taste, and fuck me, just as he said.

“Now get your ass inside your apartment and get warm.”

My brain finally starts functioning again, and I push off the door, in an emotional whirlwind by what has happened tonight. It’s nothing… and yet it’s everything. Something shifted and changed the moment he touched me. I have no idea what the repercussions will be or what will happen next.

---