Page 57 of Bad Seed
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
?
AUBRY
“So…”
I led her down the sidewalk and up to her front porch like I’m some fucking gentleman. Keeping myself in check all night was a challenge but doable with people around. Last thing I need is getting my face plastered on the news with an indecency charge. Anyone sees me and this is all over.
But standing here under the flickering porch light, her eyes heavy as she keeps putting her hands behind her back then on her stomach, I’m at war. Every turgid cell in my body wants to heft her off her feet and fuck her against her front door. Love ‘em and leave ‘em was the rare advice I got that wasn’t about how to hide the smell of bodies. It was easy before, the women on the same turnstile life, no one seriously wanting to settle down with a man who worked for Mr. Ato.
I tried that, hoping to work out every fucking knot she’d tied me up in before vanishing into the night. She’s an itch I can’t scratch, running under my skin until I can’t focus on anything but her. The sound of her gasping, the touch of her curves, the taste of her coming—the sight of her standing before me just begging to be taken upstairs and fucked beyond her wildest dreams.
But if I do that, then it’s over, and I’ll have risked my life for nothing.
“I had a good time,” I say then wince. What the hell do normal people do after dates?
“Me too,” she says, her smile widening as she bobs on her toes.
“We should do it again.”Please. I’ll take you on a hundred dates if I can climb out of the hole I dug myself into.
“I’d like that. I’ll have to check my schedule…”
I slam my hand to the front door. She jumps, but starts to melt as I lean closer. “Are you teasing me, Miss Nair?”
Fingers run up my sides, lifting my shirt so the chilling night air glances against my bare skin.
“Maybe,” she says, playing with my muscles. I push my palm against the door, tightening where she’s holding. I swear, I watch the goosebumps run down her body at that move.
Fuck it. I give in to the pounding blood and stare at her breasts. Part memory part fantasy roars through my body until I’m damn near whimpering at how hard my cock throbs. Those heavy, scrumptious tits in my hands, squeezing them together as I thrust between…
My fingers skirt over her chin, lifting it until I’m drowning in her eyes. Closing the gap, my forehead nearly brushes hers and I whisper, “It’s not polite to play with your food.”
“I’m not—”
I kiss her. It’s supposed to be the goodnight kiss. That sweet peck to tell a girl that you like her and want to see more of her.
Right now. I need to see all of her right this fucking second.
The blood roars inside of me. I don’t realize what I’ve done until the back of her hands hit the door. She shivers, her long lashes fluttering at me as I stare in surprise to find I’m the one who grabbed her wrists. I open my hands to let her free, but she lingers, her chest rising.
Two nubs slide up me and I realize it’s her nipples—as hard and ready as I am.
“Aubry?”
Yes. Please. I’ll get on my knees right now…
“Good night.”
Fuck.
More like no fuck.
Okay. I’ve got this. Swallowing the throbbing that kicks like a mule, I push myself off of the door. For a second, my body wobbles like my whole world’s off kilter. Just as she reaches up to grab my shirt to steady me, I get my balance.
“Sleep well,” I say and skirt my fingers from her elbow down to her palm. As I catch it, I lift it to my lips for one final kiss. No suggestive sucking on her fingers, no pulling it to my crotch. I’m being good.
A strange thing for an ex-mafia member to be, but I’m fucking trying.
