Page 98 of Thick as Thieves
I’m desperate to touch her, to offer comfort, but I know I won’t be able to stop. If I put my hands on her, I’ll lose my mind. Instead, I keep myself in check, asking coolly, “Did you get everything done you needed to?”
“Mostly. I know I’ll have to go back later next week, but I’ll see what I can do via phone or online calls. The team has most things under control.” She sits quietly, pondering her next move.
“I’m still working on this sculpture for Kasey. You’ll have to come see it tomorrow,” I tell her, and when she smiles softly at me, my heart stutters. I try to cover up my thoughts and feelings by talking about my latest creation and drinking my coffee. “In fact, I think I’ll go and carry on working on it. I’ve got a bit of an idea of what to do and want to make a start on it. It’s hot and hard work, bending wire.”
“I’ll bet. You look like you’ve been working out.” Well that means she’s noticed my body.
My brain starts off down a road it should not be travelling. I huff out, “If Tommy is turning into the Rock, I’m going for Vin Diesel.” I flex my biceps, making my muscles pop.
“You’re more Paul Walker, but with black hair,” she tells me, an amused grin lighting up her face while her tired eyes spark back to life.
“Wow, that's a compliment I’ll take,” I say, grinning like an idiot as I finish my coffee, stand, and walk towards the door. “See you in the morning. You look beat. Get some sleep, you’ve had quite the day.”
I walk out into the night air. God, I need to cool down. My body’s burning. I want to kiss her, want to touch her. I need to get a grip. Concentrating on wire will definitely help focus my mind, and not on her. Both are dangerous in and of themselves. But of the two, she is more deadly.
I’m a good hour in.Sweat is pouring from my body. I’ve shed my T-shirt and have two large nicks on my chest that keep opening up periodically. Standing, studying the framework, the door to the workshop opens and in walks the most glorious sight. Kitten, in an old T-shirt of Kell’s, a black pair of lace knickers, boots, and an old peacoat of Kellen’s. I can’t help but grin.
“Going out clubbing?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. She looks down at herself as if she didn’t know what she had on.
Grinning back at me, she coos, “I couldn't sleep, saw the light. Thought I’d come see what you’ve been doing.” She looks from me to the wire frame of a horse. “Wow, Xan. It’s amazing. Kasey will love it.”
Moving towards the wire, she runs her fingers along the silver neck. Flicks of upturns make the mane, and longer strands of wire flow backwards to give the illusion of movement. I watch her hands move over the piece and it’s as if she’s running her fingers over me. I can literally feel her touch on my body as she gently runs her hands and fingertips along the wire.
“Ouch!” She pulls her finger back suddenly and I see a bubble of blood.
“Occupational hazard that,” I growl out, pointing to my chest.
She looks at the cuts, but doesn’t move her eyes from my chest. Fucking hell. Her eyes rove over my body, taking in my shredded jeans. I can feel the energy swirling around us, her force field pulling me in.
I move involuntarily forwards and take her fingertip in my hand, swiping it across my chest, pressing it into my pec. “Pressure will stop it,” I tell her, my voice husky. I hold her hand and look down at the finger as another bubble of blood appears. I look into her eyes asking, “May I?”
She nods, not taking her eyes from mine. I pull her fingertips towards my lips, and open my mouth, allowing her finger inside, resting lightly on my tongue, and I suck. I hear her gasp a little. Good. I’m affecting her as much as she is me. Fucking good.
I suck harder and then take out her finger, looking down on it. “Looks like it might be okay now.” My voice is so low. My eyes glued to her face.
She looks up at me through her lashes, shaking her head. “No, it needs more,” she says, her voice answering mine, low and husky.
I stare into her beautiful eyes—grey, clear and full-on fucking desire written in them. I don’t smile, I don’t say a word. Her eyes tell me everything I need to know. Mine respond in kind.
I take her finger again toward my lips, licking the end of it. Small licks, bites, and then I pull it into my mouth. My eyes close briefly as my lips close over her fingertip. And when I open them, hers are burning into me, the white heat pouring out of them.
Her nipples stand erect, trying to force their way out of her T-shirt. Her body arches itself towards me, her pulse hammering in her neck.
I move her finger out of my mouth and kiss down the hand, the other fingers. I move her hand into my hair, as I pull her into me. “I want to kiss you,” I gasp out, my eyes fucking begging her, and she nods at me. “Words, Kitten,” I say.
“Yes, I want you to kiss me,” she says, looking me directly in the eyes. “I want you, Xander.”
I drop my lips onto hers, gently at first, then as my mind disintegrates, I kiss her harder, deeper. I’m growling in the back of my throat, her aroma all around me. Kell’s cologne is on the coat, and it turns me on to have them both with me. She matches my thirst for her, kissing me back, pushing me to kiss her more—neck, throat, chest, we stand face to face.
“I can practically taste Kell on you from his coat. I can smell you all around me. It’s like fucking heaven,” I rasp out as I push off the coat and lift her up. Her legs come around me, and I sweep everything off my work bench with one hand—wire, pliers, hammer, and wire cutters all clatter to the floor.
Dragging my T-shirt from the other end of the bench and spreading it haphazardly onto the surface, I lay her down onto it, pushing her T-shirt up to expose her tits. I carry on pushing it higher, over her head but not off, so it traps her arms above her head. I grin at her, bend forward, and rub my face along the side of her fantastic tits and then drag my tongue over one then the other.
Sucking one into my mouth, I knead the other. Her head drops backwards, hanging over the back of the bench, her body arching upwards as she pushes into me, her nipples hard as I flick my tongue on one then the other, biting, sucking, nipping and licking.
“I want to take my time, but I won’t be able to. I need to fuck you baby, so fucking hard.”
The noises she’s making drive my senses into overdrive, pushing me to the edge of sanity. I need her to come there with me, to the edge.
