Page 41 of Just a Little Crush
“And here you told me you weren’t vanilla,” she says, her beautiful, beaming smile plastered across her face.
“Do I need to come over there and show you exactly how not vanilla I am?”
“Oh yes, please.” Her eyes light up and she sits up and stretches a little more. I round the kitchen counter but am rudely interrupted by her phone buzzing on the coffee table.
“Ugh sorry, one second.” She accepts the call and relaxes back against the sofa cushions.
“How are you doing, my darling?” I hear her mum’s voice through the speaker and I hover out of the sight line of her screen.
“I’m fine Mum, honestly. You need to stop worrying.”
“That’s not what Alistair said.” She scowls at me across the room, pointing two fingers back and forth between us. I stalk my way towards her and she tilts her head down to avoid looking at me. When my shins bump her knees she parts them and lets me step closer, just like I’d hoped she would.
“It’s just bumps and bruises,” she says, eyes on her Mum, still ignoring me. “He’s overreacting and won’t let me do anything. He’s got me locked up here like some sort of—“ Bec presses her lips together and stifles a laugh.
“Some sort of what, dear?” Louise says, “I can’t hear you.”
I step my feet apart, nudging her legs wider. A whimper escapes her throat. I fucking love how hard she’s trying to ignore me. I reach down and stroke the back of my fingers along the inside of her thigh.
“Weird signal. I’m fine though, I’ll talk to you later Mum!” she hangs up the phone and throws it to the other end of the sofa.
She sits upright, tilting her head back to finally look at me.Jesus, I can’t get enough of her.That perfect pink mouth, her flushed cheeks. I shove my hands in her hair, just like I always dream of, and tighten my grip at the back of her head. Leaning down, I pause with my face just inches from hers.
“Got you locked up like some sort of what, Rebecca?”
“I was going to say some sort of sex slave, but decided against it.”
“Hmmm, were you now? I don’t recall seeing that on your list.”
Her eyes widen. “You read it?”
“That list is unbelievable. You would really let me tie you up?”
She nods and, as much as it pains me, I let go of her hair and take a step back. “I can’t do any of these things with you, sweetheart.”
“Oh. Oh god. It was too much, wasn’t it?” she squeezes her eyes shut. “OK, please could you kill me now. Pretend this never happened.”
“No, Bec, that’s not what I mean. I can’t do these things with you, right now.”
“You have to go out?”
“No. I mean while you’re injured.”
“I’m not even that bad! I can walk more now. My wrist is fine.” She waves it around to prove her point and I reach out to grab it, pull her hand to my mouth, and press a kiss to the inside of her wrist.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” I nuzzle my face against her palm.
“You won’t,” she whispers.
I close my eyes and kiss more, but pull away with a low groan when she hooks the fingertips of her other hand into the waistband of my trousers. I’m half erect already just from being in the same room as her. This is unbearable.
“Rebecca...” my voice is low, a warning.
“Rennie...” she mirrors my tone. “I didn’t injure my mouth, you know.”
Her fingers stroke beneath the elastic, inching down towards my fly, and I thicken with every button she slips free. When she tugs my trousers down to my knees, all I want to do is take my dick out and cram it into her mouth.
Why can’t I just want normal things with this woman?
