Page 14 of Slow Burn
“We can. If you want to, we will. Is the nugget sleeping?” I took two steps into the room, waiting for her to take the same back.
“Like a Princess.” Brynn whispers softly, her eyes changing once again.
Two more steps into the room I go. Brynn doesn’t retreat. The bags of baby items line the wall behind her. I only see her, though. Two more steps. I can feel the room thicken with every step I take. I see the tremor that works its way through her just before I’m right in front of her.Fuck, I love that.
“Behave.” Brynn says, her voice thick and really lacking any thread of conviction.
“I said I wouldtryto behave, honey. This is me trying.” My eyes close as I breath deep; Brynn smells like vanilla cookies and babies and something spicy and sexy. Delicious.
Brynn doesn’t move away, so I press closer. My hands slide over the curves of her rounded hips, moving to her backside. You might call me an ass man. Except, Brynn’s ass, tits, hips, thighs, every part of her, does shit to me.
Makes me want things that would have her marching out right now. My fingers dig into her backside, hiking her knee length dress up with the move. I feel the heat of her thighs press against mine. I notch myself between her thighs and lower my head. Just enough I can look into her eyes.
“How...does this resemble you behaving, Levi?” Fuck, I love the way she says my name with that eastern accent.
“Oh, honey. If I was not behaving, I’d have these panties off and some part of me inside you.” My fingers yank at the lace that curves over her ass and she makes a sound. It’s not a moan of contempt, or even of pleasure. It’s a hiss, hot against my mouth.
“Levi. Don’t ruin...” The hard slap of my hand on her ass cuts her off and makes us both moan.
“I won’t, baby. I won’t ruin this. Not for her. Not for you. Just...know that it’s just some epic level willpower I am showing now. I fucked up once, Brynn. I won’t do it again. I don’t repeat my mistakes.” My mouth brushes over hers as I talk.
Fuck, I can taste her. Minty and sweet, like Doublemint. I feel her tongue come out to trace her full lips and I linger. Let it drag across mine too. Brynn gasps and my teeth nip at her bottom lip. Her hips are bucking slowly. Rocking her pussy against my aching dick. I don’t think she even realizes she’s moving. Or she’s a Goddamn minx who knows the power she wields over me.
“How about pink?” I whisper softly, hands still gripping her to hold her close.
I don’t want to ruin it for Amelia. I don’t want to ruin it for Brynn. And I sure as shit don’t want to ruin it for me. I’m thinking about paint colors and carpet and maybe a new light.
Anything to stop me; from doing what I threatened and ripping those lacy panties off and sinking deep inside her. Anything to stop myself from ruining it. I hold her close, though, because now that I’ve felt her against me again, I don’t know if I can let her go.
“Pink is good. With brown. Like the owls.” That voice of hers is husky still and my dick jerks in my jeans, but I behave.
I do not lower my head and lick her full, sexy fucking mouth. I do not hoist her up, force her long legs around me and pound up into her. I do not ruin this. I smile and nod as my thumbs circle the dimples on her lower back. I fucking love those, especially on her.
Her hourglass figure is perfection and it’s rubbing against me, and her pussy is so hot against my cock, and I know she’s wet, and fuck, I want her. But I want more this time. I nod again and lift slowly, so slowly I watch her eyes darken then go normal.
“Pink and brown it is then. Do we paint now or later?” I don’t move away from her completely, but let my eyes circle the room.
Right now, it is a light gray, almost white, with slate hardwood floors. Total bachelor room. The walls are bare and the two windows are covered with gray shades. Amelia’s room needs a feminine touch, I believe.
“How can we paint now?” Brynn quirks a brow and I reach a hand up, tracing its arch.
“I can hit Sherwin Williams down the block. Tell me what to get. You stay here with the Princess. I think the two of us can knock it out in a few hours, yeah?” My fingertips linger on her face, tracing her cute nose and the apples of her cheeks.
“Perhaps. Didn’t know I signed up to be a slave.” Brynn reaches out, the hands that had hung at her sides grasping both sides of my t-shirt and shoving playfully.
“Oh, baby, don’t talk dirty to me like that. Just thinking of you as my slave...” My fingers tighten around her neck, thumb pressing into the hollow as my hips thrust against her.
I might be wrong, but I feel like Brynn might like the idea as much as I do. Her breath is hot against my mouth as she lets out a sound that has my dick harder than I thought possible. Her tits are heavy and the nipples are clear through the thin cotton of her dress.
I consider dipping my head, letting my mouth suck them through the fabric. I don’t. I promised to behave. That would not resemble behaving. I swat my hand at her ass again, the crack echoing in the empty room. Her eyes flare, the pupils widening and I can feel her pulse thrum against my fingers.
We break away at the exact same moment. Amelia cries softly and Brynn is out the door and down the hall to her before I can blink. I take a moment, breathing in the air that smells like her still. That almost tastes like her. Not just her perfume or shampoo; the want and need that got hot between her legs.
I adjust myself and head down the hall, ducking my head in. Brynn is beside the bassinet, cooing and singing.Singing. To my daughter. Fuck me, I am toast.
After a trip to the paint store and a few more hundred dollars dropped, I come home to my girls. I find Brynn waiting in the baby’s room, every single package opened and the trash neatly tied in a black trash bag in the corner. I like this for two reasons.
One, I hate disorder, and my place shows it. Two, it means she walked around my place with ease, found her way through things. I like that. I also like how I find her when I step into the room. Gone is the dress that was driving me crazy. In its place?
