Page 21 of Red Rabbit
I thought he’d realize how close we’d gotten and move but he didn’t. I felt him come more awake though and his heart hammered in his chest just as hard as mine was.
“You need to move your hand,” I said, my voice weak. He moved the hand that was over mine on his chest. “No, the other one.”
But instead of moving it, his fingers traced the tiniest circle imaginable. In fact, I may have imagined it but I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip, trying to concentrate on something else. He did it again and this time I know I didn’t imagine it. My breath hitched and I involuntarily jerked my hips against his leg.
“You’re playing a dangerous game,” I said, echoing his earlier words.
“Danger is relative now, don’t you think?”
“Then don’t—oh,” I couldn’t help the full body shiver his fingertip sent through me as he barely traced my skin under the band of my panties. I couldn’t control it as my fingers curled into his chest and my lips dragged across his skin. I saw goosebumps raise where I touched him.
“Don’t what?” He whispered against my hair. His fingers continued to repeatedly caress my hip in torturously small, slow strokes.
“Stop—” I gasped out.
I squirmed against him with each movement of his finger. It was so silly how something so small could elicit such a visceral reaction but I could feel my entire body come alive for him.
“Stop?” He murmured.
He did it again. So subtle it was like a whisper against my skin. I buried my face into his chest and pressed my hips against his leg. I knew my panties would be wet. I wondered at what point he’d be able to feel it.
“No—” It came out as a breathless moan. I moved my leg up a little further and my thigh lightly brushed his cock now hard in his boxer briefs.
“Yes? No? You’re not making sense,” he teased. I heard the barest catch in his breath then. “You’re wet for me right now aren’t you?”
Well there was my answer. I should have felt embarrassed but I wasn’t. Not even a little bit. Instead I wanted him to do something about it.
“It’s that spot. I warned you to move your hand,” I breathed.
His hand moved up my hip and away to settle in the neutral area of my side. I froze and lifted my head to look at him. What was I doing? I wanted him to move right?
“I told you what you need to do,” he said, his eyes dangerously dark. He was going to make me beg. I stared at him while my mind raced and my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. The storm raged outside and I was raging with it.
“Please—” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
His eyes bore into mine and I saw the barest twitch of his lip as he tried to hide his victorious smirk.
“Please…what?” His voice was deadly soft.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Touch me.” His eyes flashed and I could feel his body react to my words. “Please, Graham.”
I grew bold and I slowly dragged my hand down his chest, my fingers burning from his heat. His muscles tensed and the look in his eyes was scalding.
“If I touch you, I won’t stop,” he said, his voice strained.
“Good,” I whispered, my hand dipped lower and just as my fingertips grazed the band of his boxer briefs he surged up and rolled on top of me. I squeaked in surprise and my legs quickly found their way around his hips.
He looked down at me, giving me every chance to stop him. But I knew what I wanted now. It was too late. I was burning so hot there was no stopping now. I was a raging wildfire and not even the storm outside could tame me.
Damn the consequences.
I looked up at him, my eyes hooded with desire as my hands boldly dragged up his amazing arms and down his back. He pressed his hips against mine and my lips parted, feeling his hardness against the wet fabric of my panties. He lowered his mouth inches above mine and one of his fingers traced down my stomach and between us. He ran it along the seam where my inner thigh met fabric and then dipped under and lightly grazed my center. I shuddered.
“I told you I’d make you beg beautiful,” he said quietly before his lips came down on mine and two of his fingers pressed inside me.
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