Page 119 of Of Blood and Banes
That godsdamned smile of his triggers a crest of heat within me, and I tighten my grip on his shirt.
“I noticed something about you,” he whispers and snatches my hips in his strong hands.
My breath slips out in a soft gasp. This is dangerous. I already can sense it. And yet, his hands on me are too tempting to do anything but freeze. His thumbs rub a gentle circular pressure in front of my hip bones.
“But you’re going to need to...” He pulls me forward and positions me over his strong thigh and plops me down. “…sit down.”
“You bold bastard—” I’m interrupted by a shot of pleasure exploding up my spine.
He shifts my hips back, rubbing his thigh against me with a jaw-clenching pressure. I fight to keep a moan behind my lips.
“Sorry, what was it you were saying?” he rasps, eyes locked on mine. He guides me, pulling my hips back and forth into a tight rocking motion. “Tell me if you want me to stop. But I know it feels good, and you need to take your mind off everything for a moment. Feel something else for just a second. Let me be your distraction.”
I fight against the pleasure rising inside of me as it threatens to drown out the logical side of my brain. But he has a point because my anger begins to melt away. My sadness. Everything but him.
I find myself grinding harder into his lap. Chasing the beautiful friction against my clit.
He looks at me with hooded eyes and parted lips. “If you want to keep pretending you don’t think about me fucking you…fine. Mistake or not, take what you want from me. You’ve come on my fingers, you’ve come on my tongue, and you’ve come on my cock. You want to be a good girl? You don’t want me to fuck you? Fine. You don’t need my touch. You can make yourself come instead and not feel bad about it.”
He takes his hands off my hips and holds them out to the side, testing me. “I’ll sit here for you and let you take whatever it is you need.”
Our movements still, his eyes locked on mine. The longer the seconds drag on without that friction, the colder I grow.
It…technically wouldn’t break my new rule about sleeping with him.
Gods. What is it that makes me so pathetically stupid with him? That I’m dying to grind myself on his fucking thigh for a climax? But I don’t care.
All my worries are gone.
Before I can stop myself, I slowly roll my hips forward up his thigh, grazing myself over his muscled leg. His parted lips turn into a grin. He threads his fingers together and places them behind his head, his chin tilted up to watch me lose myself.
I rock my hips again and again, faster and faster until I’m grinding myself greedily against him. My fingers find his shoulders, digging into them to steady myself as I race toward an orgasm. My breath comes out in pants.
“Fuck,” he mutters, eyes dancing up and down my body. “Even clothed you are so godsdamned sexy.”
I glance down at where the heat collects between my thighs and admire the growing erection in his pants. All I’d have to do is ask. My thoughts drip into a fantasy of ripping his pantsoff and riding him until we both come. But this is a good compromise, and the closest I can get to him without giving myself completely.
“Eyes up here,” he snaps.
“I want you to touch me,” I breathe, sweat dampening my brow.
“How? Like this?” he asks, one hand sneaking around to grab my rear. His fingers sink into my cheek, gripping me hard as he gives me a good shake. “Or this?” He smacks my ass with a delicious sting, and I stumble forward, nearly sharing his breath.
“Both,” I moan and whimper. “Just don’t take your hands off me.”
Wordlessly, he grabs my ass and spreads me wider as he helps grind me against his thigh, his expression tight with wicked determination. I edge closer and closer to my climax.
Staring at his mouth, hungry to kiss him, I ask, “Will you make me come?” He opens his mouth, no doubt to taunt me, but I whimper, “Please.”
He grabs me by the hips and spins me away from him before plopping me down on the ground between his legs. Angling me back to lie against his chest, he pulls my legs up until they’re bent at the knee. He slips his right hand down between my thighs.
Despite not being skin to skin, his tight, controlled circles against my clit have me arching back into him. I spread my legs wider and watch him rub me, my lips parting as desire floods me. How godsdamned obsessed I am with his possessive touch. With his left hand, he slips it underneath my shirt and fondles my breast, kneading my nipple. Knowingly, he presses his lips to my neck, grazing his teeth up the column until he gets to the spot behind my ear.
Moaning, I lean my head back onto his shoulder as my eyes flutter closed. My legs quake, and I grab onto his thighs as he works me like putty.
Sucking on my earlobe before he pulls at it with a soft bite, he whispers, “Come in my arms. Break for me. Let it all go.” Then he rubs my clit faster, biting into the spot above my collarbone. His breath is hot on my skin, and Gods, hemoansinto my neck.
Surrendering, I tip over into euphoria.
