Page 48 of We Were Something
If it’s possible, her face colors even more and she looks away.
“I’m not sure I should tell you.”
“Paige, I want you to be honest. Always. Especially if I…didsomething…”
“You didn’tdoanything. Or…I mean, youdid, but not like that.”
She stumbles over her words before laughing awkwardly and rubbing the back of her neck. Then she crosses her arms and levels me with a look.
“I almost came. In that dressing room. From a little bump and grind,” she says, turning to look away from me again. “And then Cohen walked in and…”
Paige clears her throat and kind of rolls one hand forward.
“And then you pulled away and…Ididn’t.”
She glances at me again, her cheeks an adorable shade of pink, before turning back to face the fridge and nervously adjusting the two magnets stuck to the front.
I watch her for a long moment before I think Ishockinglyunderstand what she’s trying to tell me.
“Are you…saying that you’re…”
My words trail off, as if I’m a teenager unable to just spit it out instead of a 39-year-old doctor accustomed to clinically talking about practically any topic in the world.
“Horny,” she finally blurts. “Turned on to the max. But I’m trying not to be that person with you, because according to Lennon, being sexually assertive, which she considersaggressive, is not a turn-on to you and actually might push you away. So I’m trying to suck it up andnotbe so turned on, but I feel like I’m just vibrating over here and you’re over there completely unaffected and—”
As Paige has been blurting out her stream of consciousness, I’ve been rounding the island and coming up behind her, her words cutting off when she feels me against her back.
She gasps, her hands rising, palms flat against the fridge at the feel of me behind her.
At the feel of my hardness pressing firmly into her hip.
“I amnotunaffected,” I say, my words sounding gritty and strained as I try to manage my own need in the wake of finding out what’sreallybeen going on in that mind of hers for the past thirty minutes. “I’ve been hard as a rock since you handed me my glasses at the store.”
Her hips shift, and I lick my lips at the delicious way she grinds back against me, her ass tucking in at my groin in the most perfect way.
“I was so close to coming,” she whispers, her head tilting back and resting on my chest, her eyes closed as our bodies roll slowly against each other, as we slake our lust even while we stay fully clothed. “I thought I was going to explode.”
One hand braces next to hers on the fridge, the other coming around to softly brush against her stomach.
“But I don’t want to push you too fast,” she tacks on. “I don’t want to scare you away.”
I let out a long breath, my normal inclination to think things over beginning to crawl its way up my throat. But before I can get too distracted, before I can allow my mind to tug me out of this moment with Paige, I drop my mouth to the space between her shoulder and her neck and gently suck on her skin.
Paige moans, shifting her hips again.
“You won’t scare me away,” I tell her, choosing to believe my own words. Choosing to give in to this moment and whatever comes from it. “Just tell me what you want, Paige. Be honest with me.”
“Are you sure?”
I nod and return my mouth to her neck, sucking and licking the expanse of skin, allowing myself to nibble just slightly on her earlobe.
Paige takes a deep breath before one of her hands rests over mine at her waist, her fingers covering mine. Then she drags my hand south, shifting me so I’m cupping her between her legs over her tiny shorts that have been taunting me all evening.
“Make me come,” she tells me.
I groan in her ear as I squeeze her gently then begin stroking idly, almost thoughtlessly, even though there is nothing thoughtless about the way my fingers are moving between her legs. My middle finger brushes along the seam of her shorts, over and over and over again until Paige is writhing in my arms. Until her breathing is so forced and desperate that I can feel her heartbeat thumping angrily beneath the skin of her neck.
“I need something more,” she whispers, her voice desperate and achy with lust. “Touch me, Logan. Please.”
