Page 20 of Hook, Line, and Tentacle
I grin up at him, emboldened by the crack in his calm.
“So,” I murmur, fingers brushing the line of his fly. I can feel him hot and hard, pressed against the placket of his jeans. “Can I try and make you feel better?”
His jaw flexes. He nods. His tentacles jitter around me, fluttering over my skin like they don’t know what to do.
“I want to hear you say it,” I whisper. “Tell me you want me to touch you. I want your words. I need to know I’m not misreading you.”
His eyes flick to mine, something wild and broken open in them.
“I want you to touch me,” he says hoarsely.
“Good.” I pop the button open and drag the zipper down, slow and teasing. His breath shudders out of him.
“If I haven’t been clear,” he grits out, voice rough, “I want you. I want you so badly it hurts. I need you—need youso much I’d give up anything. I’d forfeit the ocean, the rain, every favorite tide pool, just for another taste of you.”
A breathless giggle escapes me, light and incredulous. “You have a favorite tide pool? That’s ridiculously cute. Will you take me there?”
His hands, still resting at my hips, tighten, and the tentacles softly probing my body flex with want, like a responding pulse. “Yes. Please. I’ll take you anywhere. I’ll go anywhere with you.”
I lean in and kiss him, soft and sure, so he knows I’m not making fun of him, but my heart feels so full there’s no way for it to spill over other than laughter. When I pull back, I whisper, “Could you take me to another orgasm, then? That one was really good, but I think you can do better.”
He smirks, slow and dark and endlessly pleased. “You doubt me, little trespasser?”
His fingers find my pussy again, teasing, stroking, circling my clit and sliding through slick. His other hand cups my breast,thumb dragging over my nipple.
“No,” I gasp. “That’s why I’m asking.”
“You don’tunderstandwhat you’re asking.”
“Maybe not,” I say, turning us on the sofa, pushing him back into the cushions. “But I think I do. And just in case I’ve misunderstood, maybe I need you to talk me through it.”
I straddle his lap, grinding down against the thick press of his cock through his jeans. His breath stutters, hands sliding up my thighs.
“You like being a little tease?” he growls.
I open my mouth to answer, but a tentacle slides over it before I can speak.
“Hmm. No,” he says smoothly. “Don’t answer that. I suspect I already know what you’re going to say.”
I snort. Credit where credit is due, he catches on fast.
I toy with his belt again, unbuckling it fully, and he watches my fingers like they’re the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen. The tentacle still at my mouth pulses with heat, but when I reach up and curl my fingers around it, he withdraws it with care.
I grin down at him. “You didn’t really want me quiet, did you?”
His smile is a bright flash, like a firework. “No, love.”
My chest explodes with heat. Ifdearest Neviahalmost ended me,lovehas me six feet under.
“I don’t mind if you want to restrain me,” I murmur, dragging my palms slowly up his chest, savoring the way his skin jumps under my touch. “I actually like the idea of that. A lot.”
Cal’s eyes darken immediately, tentacles shifting and flexing in interest.
“But if you’re going to take away my voice,” I continue, tone still soft so he knows I’m not upset, “then I need a safe gesture too.”
He sobers in an instant, expression going taut with concern. “I didn’t mean—”
I frame his face before he can spiral, brushing my thumbs gently across the sharp ridges of his cheekbones. He’s unfairly beautiful. “Hey. It’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong. I just want to be clear with you. I’ll tap you with the back of my hand if I need to stop. Okay? Like this.”
