Page 23 of One Touch

“That’s not. I… What?” His face was red, and I smiled as I set the pan on the cooling rack. I went about my routine, turning off the oven and drying the dishes I’d already washed. My back was to him the whole time, and I was dying to know what he was thinking.Interested, Lathan?

By the time I scooped the cookies off the tray and sat on the sofa, Lathan’s face had returned to its usual color, and his eyes were focused on the TV. I hit play and nudged the plate toward him. “It’s not ‘biscuits with the boss’, but I promise they’re good. Family recipe.”

He cleared his throat. “I’m good.”

I shrugged. “Suit yourself.” I took a bite and moaned. Was it louder than needed? Of course. Did I care? Not in the least.

Lathan stayed still throughout the entire episode, and I worried I’d broken him. I’d been confident he’d fold and give in to this undeniable chemistry between us, but the man was as unyielding as a toddler refusing to go to bed.

I turned off the TV and stood without saying anything. If he wasn’t going to give in, then I needed to take care of the throbbing pressure myself. Some time alone with my favorite dildo and an incognito tab was just what I needed to end the night.

“I won’t be joining you for your run tomorrow,” I said in lieu of goodnight. I had plans to volunteer at Rainbow Lounge tomorrow and wanted to sleep in as much as I could. Not that Lathan cared if I ran with him or not. I thought our feelings were mutual, but I’d been wrong.

Some space from him while I gathered myself was needed.

His arm snapped out, grabbed my wrist, and stopped my retreat. “Why?” he gritted out. The sound was guttural, and I had to hold myself still so I didn’t shudder.

“Because I want to sleep in.” No way was I telling him the real reason.

“Not good enough, Bambi.”

“Too bad, Silver Spoon. You don’t control me; I just let you pretend.” I yanked my wrist free and stomped to my room. I sighed in relief when I made it there without further incident. I quickly opened my toy drawer and pulled out my favorite dildo when my door flew open, and an angry Lathan stormed inside.

His blue eyes were stormy, and his body was taut. Dangerous energy radiated off him, and I wanted to see what he’d do, but I knew it wasn’t the time to test his restraint.

“Rude much?”

“We weren’t finished.”

“You might not have been, but I sure was. Get out of my room.” I crossed my arms and realized too late I still held the brightly colored dildo in my hands. I leaned into it and lifted a brow in challenge. Unless he was here to touch my dick, I wouldn’t be embarrassed for seeking my pleasure elsewhere.

Lathan advanced with the same speed he showed on the ice and knocked me back into the wall with the dildo pressed between us.

Fire lit up my entire body, and I came alive at the feel of him. Hot skin. Hard muscles. And one pulsing erection digging into my own.

“So mouthy. I can think of better ways for you to use your mouth,” he growled.

I smirked before taking control and spinning us so he was pressed into the wall. The dildo fell to the ground, and I shoved his hands above his head to trap him.

Leaning forward, I licked up his neck before whispering into his ear. “Cute, but you’re not in charge, Silver.” His body relaxed against me, and I smiled into his neck before sucking hard to mark him. “You like that, don’t you? Me taking charge?”

He whimpered, and I sucked harder. “I need to hear you say it, Lath. Tell me you want this. That you wantme.”

It was needy, but I was beyond caring. I’d been pining for him for years, and I wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass me by.

“I want this,” he gritted out like he had glass in his mouth. My free hand traveled down his body, and I gripped his cock. I gave it one stroke before I stopped.

“And?” I prodded.

He groaned and thrust his hips forward, but I held him entirely at my mercy. He couldn’t move without my permission.

“I want you,” he whispered. His blue eyes swirled hot as fire as he stared at me, daring me to use his words against him. But I had no intention of doing that. Now that he’d admitted it, I would give him whatever he wanted.

“Good boy,” I cooed and nibbled on the sensitive skin of his neck and resumed my stroking of his dick. He melted into the wall, and I hadn’t even done anything spectacular yet. When we touched skin to skin, he would lose his mind.

“On the bed. Clothes off,” I ordered.

Lathan swallowed, and his eyes searched mine. When I didn’t relent, he nodded, and I let him go. He stumbled toward my bed but removed his clothes as I asked. When he was utterly bare to my eyes, I couldn’t move. His body was beautiful, an actual work of art.

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