Page 91 of Hale Yes
Once in my room, Helix tosses me on the bed and immediately shucks his suspenders from his wide shoulders. “Take off everything except the fishnets and heels,” he orders, starting on his shirt buttons. “And hurry up.”
Removing my belt, I roll my eyes and mutter, “Okay, okay. Hold your horses, bossy-butt.”
His eyes narrow. “Keep giving me attitude, and you’ll find yourself tied to that bed.”
That doesn’t sound like such a bad idea, so I retort, “Then I guess I’ll just keep giving you attitude.”
Helix’s head jerks up, and he pierces me with an assessing gaze. I return it and give him a tiny nod of consent.
“Goddamn,” he groans, shoving his pants down to reveal gray boxer briefs that are distorted by the huge bulge that’s evident. “You have two seconds to get that dress off before I rip it from your luscious body.”
“No,” I say, quickly, undoing enough of my dress buttons to slide it off my torso and down my legs. “Don’t rip it. It was a gift.”
I toss the garment, and he catches it in mid-air before checking the label. Then his angry eyes meet mine.
“This is a Bouvier dress. Who the hell bought you such an expensive gift?”
I sit up wearing only my lingerie, earrings, and heels, fisting a hand on my hip. “Not that it’s any of your business, but it was a birthday present from Gianna and Auburn.”
That gets his attention. “You know the Bouviers?”
“I do,” I say indignantly. “Lehra works there, and she introduced us. Gianna is a good friend of mine.”
To my surprise, Helix laughs. “I should rip that dress into shreds and send a picture of it to Auburn.”
My forehead furrows. “You don’t like him?”
Helix bends and unhooks his suspenders from his pants, still chuckling. “No, I actually like the grumpy bastard a lot, but it would be fun to fuck with him. He’s so sensitive about his fashions.”
He drops the dress on the heap of his own clothes, and there’s something innately intimate about seeing our clothes tangled together.
Striding slowly toward me, he tosses the suspenders on the bed and presses one knee into the mattress beside me. With two fingers, he gently lifts my chin. “I would never destroy anything that’s important to you, Nicolette.”
What about my heart?I want to ask, imagining the organ on the floor in tatters beside our clothes.
With a suggestive smile, I lie back and say, “I don’t really care for these panties all that much. They tend to ride up my butt crack.”
His lips twitch and his fingers leave trickles of warmth as he eases them down my body and to the forest-green string at my hip. A second later, a ripping snap cracks through the room, and my panties are a thing of the past.
Helix exposes the crotch and rubs it over his lips, eyes closed in apparent ecstasy. “You’re wet, queenie.”
“And you’re hard,” I note, glancing down at his crotch. “Sometimes there’s a direct correlation between the two.”
He laughs softly and then bends to kiss my lips, giving me a taste of my own desire. “You’re going to need a safe word for the things I’m about to do to you, Nicolette. Do you have one?”
“No, but what aboutsafe word?”
He frowns. “That’s what I said. You need a safe word.”
“I know. I want my safe word to besafe word,” I explain. “It seems like that would be the easiest one to remember.”
Helix shakes his head, lips curling in amusement. “Sometimes I forget what a genius you are.”
“Well, it would do you well to remember,” I say tartly as both his hands go to my right ear. He carefully removes one earring and then the other, setting them on the nightstand, and I suck in a breath at the sweetness of it. Then he removes my bra, leaving me bare to his gaze.
And he definitely gazes, his blue irises seeming to light from behind with appreciation. “I can’t stop thinking about how beautiful your body is,” he murmurs, dragging a fingertip around one nipple, sliding it across my body, and doing the same with the other, over and over in a sensual figure-eight motion. “I thought I could fuck you out of my system, but it only made me want you more.”
“Maybe tonight will help,” I say, trying to infuse false hope into my tone. Because I actually hope the opposite is true and that he wants more of me. I like the way Helix touches me, and I’ve never had a sexual encounter as fulfilling as our one time together. We enjoy hanging out together, so why shouldn’t that extend to more… naked activities?
