Page 54 of Fluke
His lips hover over mine.
I palm the back of his head, urging it to lower faster.
Just as his mouth brushes against mine, Banks yells from the foyer.
“Hey, Jess! Did I leave my keys over here?”
I sag against his body, unable to contain my laughter. The letdown is a crash of adrenaline. Jess rests his forehead against mine and chuckles too—I think so he doesn’t kill his brother.
“Go the fuck away, Sparkles,” Jess shouts.
“Here they are! I found them!” The door slams shut.
Jess blows out a breath and pulls away from me. He runs a hand over his head and grumbles. “Have I ever told you how much I hate him?”
My laughter gets louder.
He shakes his head and sighs. “Well, we might as well go to Mom’s before she starts calling or knocking because my family clearly has issues with boundaries.”
My jaw drops. “No.”
“What?”
“You can’t just …walk away after that.”
“What do you want me to do?” he asks with a shit-eating grin.
“Do you want me to give you a play-by-play? Because I can. I will.”
Before I know what’s happening, he reaches for me and yanks me into him again. I melt into his arms, my heart pounding so hard I might faint.
“Let me tell you something, Dream Girl,” he says, his eyes blazing. “I’ve thought about what I would do to you so many fucking times that my cock is about to explode with you in my arms.”
I slip my hand between us and palm him through his pants. He flexes against me, his nostrils flaring.
“But I’m not fucking you right now,” he says, his features resolute.
“And why not?”
He lowers his face to mine. “Because when I fuck you, you’ll beg me for it, just like I’ve begged you for years.”
Oh. My. Fucking. Hell.
“You’re going to sit through dinner, surrounded by my family, with soaked panties while you think of my cock splitting you in two.”
I gulp, barely able to breathe.He’s right. I’m already absolutely soaked, and all I can think about is his cock.
“After dinner,if you behave, I’ll bring you back here and give you everything you want.”
I force a swallow. My lips part, and I suck in a deep breath. His cologne fills my senses, and the room gets hazy.
“You’ve made me wait. It won’t kill you to wait a couple of hours now,” he says, smirking. “Let’s go have dinner.”
“You’re not even going to kiss me?” I ask, bewildered.
He chuckles as he leaves the room. “Nope.”
Motherfucker.
