Page 58 of Love in Tune

‘No? What did you expect, Honey?’

‘I don’t know,’ she said, flustered. ‘A bit of romance, maybe? I know it’s not an actual date, but can’t you pretend it is?’

‘You want me to lie to you?’

‘Yes Hal. I want you to lie to me,’ she said, surprising herself. ‘Tell me you’ve been thinking about this all day. Take my dress off and tell me how sexy I feel to you. Tell me I turn you on. You don’t have to mean it, and we won’t mention it again once we’re outside of this bedroom, but right here and right now, lie to me.’

Hal dropped his head and kissed her again, this time hot and open mouthed. Sliding the heat and weight of his body over hers, he held her face in his hands and took the kiss as deep as it could go, and Honey wrapped her arms around his back and dragged his shirt up to get at the warmth of his skin.

‘You know you turn me on, Honeysuckle,’ he breathed, his mouth hot against her ear as she arched into him. His fingers found her zipper and slid it all the way down, and he shifted just enough to slide her dress away from her body.

‘And you feel like a goddamn fucking goddess,’ he said, kissing her again, slower, tracing his fingertips from the dip between her collarbones to her navel.

Was he lying? It didn’t feel like it in the heat of the moment. His body told her that he was telling the truth, hard against her softness.

‘Hal,’ she said, her fingers picking at the buttons on his shirt. He stilled, and then covered her hand with his own.

‘Not me,’ he whispered. ‘Just you.’

Honey opened her eyes. ‘What?’

‘We’re not going to have sex tonight, Honey,’ he said quietly, massaging her hip. ‘This is all about you.’

‘But, I want you to have tonight too,’ she said, realising that she meant it. Tonight had been as much about pleasuring Hal as it had been about being pleasured herself. It had to be a two-way street.

He shook his head, trailing his lips over her jaw. ‘Shh. Relax.’

‘I can’t,’ she said, pent up with longing to take his shirt off.

Smoothing his hand down the length of her body, Hal let his fingers come to rest over the silk of her knickers, and then slid under the material to cup her.

‘Yes, you can,’ he said, his hand warm and still and heavy. ‘It’s just you and me. Open your legs.’

‘I don’t think I can do this,’ Honey said, feeling her body tense even as his fingers started a slow massage. Hal smooched the sensitive skin beneath her ear.

‘Let me touch you the way you want to be touched, Honey,’ he whispered, covering her mouth with his as his fingers began to move. To explore. To stroke. ‘Let me do this for you, baby,’ he said, opening her slickness with his fingers, taking her small gasps into his mouth, breathing encouragements and endearments back into hers.

For a second Honey stopped thinking about sex, or about pleasing him, because the things he was doing to her took away every last thought and replaced them with sensation. This was good. So very, very good, and it made her want all he could give her.

‘Change your mind, Hal,’ she murmured. ‘Take your clothes off and stay with me tonight. I can feel how much you want to.’

He stopped what he was doing.

‘Do you want me to do this for you or not?’ he said, changing down the gears from raw Hal to in-control Hal again.

‘I don’t think I can do it unless you’re naked,’ she said. ‘And don’t tell me you don’t want to because, er, hello?’ she skimmed her hand over his swollen crotch.

‘You asked for this,’ he said. ‘You asked me to come here and make you orgasm. We were well on the way for a minute back there, and then this. What is it with you? You get something, you always want more.Lie to me, Hal.Tell me you’re turned on, Hal.’

‘Were you lying?’ she asked, hoping he hadn’t been.

He drew in an exasperated breath and extracted his hand from her knickers. ‘A man tells you you’re beautiful when he has his hand down your pants. Go with it. He probably means it.’

‘So you were lying, or you weren’t? Which is it?’ It suddenly felt important to know, because if he’d been faking it he was world class.

‘Honey. Can you just stop this? I’ll say this one more time, because we seem to have a communication failure. Take off your underwear and spread your legs, and I’ll crawl between them and give you what you want. I’ll lie to you. I’ll make it so good for you that you won’t remember your own name, let alone mine. But you need to be really clear on this. We are not going to fuck. Not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever.’

And with that, any hope of saving the situation left the building. Honey reached for her dressing gown on the bottom of the bed and pulled it tightly around her body.

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