Page 27 of Another Round
“Why don’t you see for yourself?”
Damn if I do and damn if she is. Dampness slides the silk under my fingers when I stroke between her trembling legs. Over and over as she starts to ride my hand. Seeking more from me despite the barrier between us. Which I’m more than willing to eliminate for her. I shove the fabric to the side and part her lips, slowly dragging the moisture up to her clit.
Her cry of pure pleasure shoots directly to my balls when I caress the throbbing petals, and my body jerks forward of its own accord, desperate with my raging need for her. My need to make her scream. My need to make her come.
Just like I imagined for so long, I finally fist her hair with my other hand and twist her face toward mine. Claiming her sweet lips that eagerly part for me. Rewarded with her mewls of ecstasy while my tongue sweeps into her mouth and my fingers plunge into her pussy.
Even better, she wants me. Awkwardly reaching backward to find me. Grasping at my jeans and then my shirt as she teeters on the edge. I should turn her around and fuck her properly, but I can’t stop, let alone think straight, when her massive orgasm drenches my fingers.
Spent, she falls away from my kiss and slumps against me. I catch her, holding her up with my arm wrapped around her breasts and my forehead dropped against the cool, smooth door. But I can’t bring myself to quit pleasuring her. I’ve waited far too long and demand everything she has. Everything she can give. Everything I can take. “I’ve got you Evie.”
“I know.”
The confirmation spurns me on, and I glide another finger inside of her. Tighter than I expected. She gasps, and her hands wrap around my forearm, holding on like she’s never letting me go with her fingernails digging into my skin. “You okay?”
Vibration that’s not from me finger fucking her shakes her leg as the chords of an urgent ring tone pierce the air from inside her pocket. I’m too selfish to care that someone else wants her too. I’m too damn desperate to have her all to myself right now. I’m never sharing her with anyone else in any sense of the word. “Ignore it.”
“I can’t.” She pants through the words. “It’s my father.”
We can disregard everything and everyone—except for him. Of all the damn people to call. I guess he still doesn’t trust me yet after my earlier failure. Checking on her, or more accurately, me, to make sure everything really is okay.
I back up quickly from her whisper but hold her steady. Ensuring she’s stable as she slides out her mobile and presses the screen to her ear.
“Hi Dad.”
She sounds normal, maybe slightly breathless. But she looks a gorgeous fucking mess. With wild strands plastered to her face and wrinkles spoiling her crisp black and white dress and the pink flush shining on her cheeks lifted in a conspiratorial smile. Beautiful for me. Because of me. Beckoning to me.
Which I can’t touch her for any reason or under any circumstances. Not with her talking to Nick. The man who’s paying me to protect her not fuck her. The man who loves her as much as I do. The man who’s going to end up murdering me before this is over.
Death for loving her would be so damn worth it though.
Certain she’s secure on her feet, I step back and drop down onto her regular stool. No wine for me but I’m still drunk on her. Instead of denying myself, I continue to be the sick stalker I am and watch her while she tries to ignore me. Attempting to concentrate on her discussion rather than me scrutinizing her while I lay in wait. Ready to pounce as soon as she finishes.
“He did? Really?”
She turns to the side, but I still catch the hint of a smile in her radiant profile. Her head bobbing from whatever he tells her while she paces in the entry way. Walking back and forth across the hardwood as she listens.
“I will. I promise.”
I rub my thumb over the tips of my fingers. Sticky from her release and eager for more. My cock is still rock-hard thinking about the come smeared on her pussy and thighs. Throbbing with the thought of mine mingling with hers very soon.
“I love you too, but you know I’m too old for you to call me that anymore.”
She acts miffed although I know her too well. Not sure what nickname he uses with her, but I can tell she actually likes it. Basking in her Dad’s affection. Which pleases me too. Every girl should have a good relationship with her father. Even one as deadly as Nick.
“Okay, bye.”
Sliding her mobile on the counter, she blows out a deep breath. As if calming herself. But the exercise doesn’t work if the fire flaming in her gaze is any indication when she looks at me.
“Sorry.”
I shake my head and hold out my hand. “No apologies Evie. You love your family and should talk to them whenever you can.”
Which she knows I would do in a heartbeat if I had the chance and believes I’m sincere in my words. And in my request for her to get her sweet arse over to me when I gesture for her to come closer. I don’t know if she even realizes the defiant eyebrow arch she gives me, but her body doesn’t lie about what it wants. Shuddering in response to my command, she strides directly to me. Right between my spread legs where she belongs.
My thighs automatically tighten against her hips and my hands glide to her face, cupping her cheeks for a second before they sweep over her shoulders and down her arms. Welcoming her back to me and pushing thoughts of anyone else out of her head. “Do you know how beautiful you are when you come?”
The question makes her mouth open in surprise, and I steal the opportunity to stroke my fingers across her lips. Reminding her with the salty taste where my hand has been and is anxious to return. “I want to see it again.”
