Page 17 of Straight, No Chaser
"The kiss?"
She seems so hopeful, like she actually wants me to say the same words. Share the same hunger for more. I stroke a long finger down her jawline, tipping her chin up. "Yeah, angel. The kiss. It was fucking amazing."
"Can I tell you something?"
Desire explodes through my veins from her intoxicating whisper. From the heat radiating from her tilting body. Leaning so fucking close to me her minty breath blows on my blazing skin. "Anything."
"I liked it too."
Damn, I am so fucked. I fist her thin shirt and tug her all the way forward, forcing her legs apart, her ass barely hanging onto the tile. Her gasp meets my groan, and I seize the opportunity, covering her open mouth with mine.
Ferocity I never fucking expected responds to my lips, her tongue delving deeper, her fingers clutching my hair. So intense that I know it's more than just my desire flaming the fire between us.
Which may already be fleeting but I'm damn sure not going to be the one who smothers it. I luxuriate in her taste. Breathe in the flowery scent floating through her long hair. The feel of her lower back as I possess her with my hand caressing the buttery skin. Grinding my dick against her smooth belly.
After a few more seconds, she breaks away, sputtering breaths warm my lips from her panting. She squirms backward out of my embrace, thrusting her pink tipped fingers against my racing heart to hold me off. Which is sexy as hell with the conflict playing out on her face. Fuck me. Baby girl wants more, yet is too scared to admit it. But thank fucking god she doesn't run. Not yet anyway.
"Luciano."
Instead, her head tilts, and she gives me a contented smile. Happiness filling her eyes as well as her tone. I've given her the first sober, genuine affection I've offered anyone in years.
She fucking loves it.
And wants to stop.
Damn girl is going to fucking kill me. I adjust my furious cock and aching balls. Bluer than a fucking Smurf. Which doesn't go unnoticed from the blush creeping up her cheeks and her gaze flitting everywhere but my hand on my crotch. What I wouldn't give for it to be her fingers relieving the pain. "I need you angel. Not tonight. But someday soon." I groan in frustration and lust. "Very soon."
Nothing. No response. No indignant huff. Yet also no protest. Just huge blue eyes staring at me. Better than a smack.
"I guess it's time to go to sleep."
The last fucking thing I want to do with her. I nod to keep myself from twirling her around and taking her against the vanity. Watching as she comes undone as I palm her huge breasts and stroke her dripping pussy. Instead, I take her small hand, leading her into the bedroom. Channeling the little bit of goodness that remains in me from my mother's guidance. This is how good girls should be treated. I think. Never really have known one.
All of her confidence fades when we reach the bed. Her fingers tense, curled in mine, and her other arm wraps around her waist. Damn. I just told her I wasn't taking her tonight. Pissing me off that she doubts me. Even though she really has no reason to trust me. Yet.
We've got to get past this. So I need to push. Probably more than we both want. "Tell me why you're really here."
She balls the hem of her shirt, inadvertently yanking the fabric lower. Giving me a glimpse of the hollow between her gorgeous breasts. My tongue needing to taste the sweet skin. Fucking me up with her delicate beauty.
"Answer me Molly."
Flinching from the sternness of my command. I'm a fucking bastard to scare her. But I have to fucking know. To understand. What she wants from me. What I can give to her that makes her want to stay.
"B-because you made me promise."
Nope. Not enough. "Why did you agree?"
Frown lines squeeze her forehead and my pussy ass heart. Fucking pity. Or even fucking worse, obligation. She probably thinks I'm going to fucking fire her if she doesn't stay. Too many ideas swirl in my head. All of them shitty.
"I get lonely too."
Nothing could fucking surprise me more. Embarrassment dulls her voice. A defeated droop of her shoulders that I hate. How is that fucking possible? "You have your family, and your friends...taking you out, remember?" Which I somehow need to put a stop to. But, that's a conversation for another night. "You're not alone."
"Maybe not now. But before...it wasn't like that." The light in her gorgeous eyes dims more, and she's back to inspecting the carpet. "So I know how much it hurts."
Now I'm really fucking confused. And fucking pissed from the inkling growing in my gut that someone hurt her. "Before what?"
"Nothing. Forget it." She shakes her head. As if clearing away whatever burden weighs on her. Plastering on a fake smile to cover her still lackluster expression. "Let's just go to bed."
