Page 108 of Show Me How
I suck in a sharp breath at the contact, feeling the slight sting in the skin but continuing to press backward, toward him.
“You can. You can do anything,” I whisper brokenly, the admission flying out as if I’ve had it on the tip of my tongue for weeks.
“Such a good girl. You’re so willing to let me have my way with you, princess.” His hand swings again, hitting harder this time. “But we can’t go there.”
My whimper has less to do with the pleasure sparking between my legs as he rubs my clit than it does with his rejection. There’s more than friendship here, and I’ve known that long before Lacey brought it up. It’s been that way for weeks. But I’m the only one feeling it.
I clutch the side of the counter and try to steady my breathing. The stretch of two fingers pushing inside of me makes that an impossible task. I lean heavier against the counter to support myself as I force my eyes to stay focused over my shoulder.
“Wanna sink my teeth into this ass,” he groans, his head falling forward as his hips jerk, so close to pressing us together. “Could tattoo the mark onto it so you’ll be branded with me forever.”
Heat goes off like a sparkler inside of my belly. My hold on the counter makes my knuckles white as I grow light-headed. I hear the soft smack of his palm to my ass before I feel it, the slight sting growing fiercer with every swat that follows.
“Do it,” I gasp, my hard nipples scraping the fabric of my top. “Bite me, Shade.”
“Millie.” It’s almost a growl.
“Please.”
He drops to his knees then. I moan, both in relief and pleasure, when he peels my shorts out of the way and brings his mouth to my pussy, licking a hot stripe through it. The room tiltson its side as he grabs my thighs and lifts me off the ground, holding me up above him. The sounds he makes are filthy—wet and desperate.
“Missed this pussy,” he breathes out, sucking hard on my clit. “So. Fucking. Good.”
No words come out of my open mouth. I can only feel as he ravages me, bringing me to the edge and then shoving me over it with a devilish grin. My throat tightens around a cry as I come, making it stick before he brings his mouth to the middle of my ass cheek and bites down on it.
“Shade!”
He sets me onto my feet and palms my sore ass, making it burn as he removes his teeth and then sucks on the mark he’s left. It’s primal and raw, and I fall into it like it’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever experienced. With him, it might be.
His body moves to cover my back, the heat from his chest beating into my chest. He grips the counter on either side of me and sets his chin on my shoulder, exhaling.
“Does it hurt badly?”
“Wasn’t that the point?” I ask, still breathless.
“I don’t know what the point of that was.”
I stare down at his hand, watching as it slides closer to mine, whether he means it to or not.
“Why does it have to only be lessons?”
He pauses, tensing behind me. “Because you’re going to leave someday.”
It’s a punch to the chest, leaving me winded. I want to look at him but know that if I do, I risk him putting an end to this conversation. Shade might be open about almost everything in his life, but when it comes to this, to emotional intimacy, there’s a wall there that I haven’t been able to sneak around yet.
“You say that like I’ve already made that decision.”
“Have you made one to stay?” he asks, tone dropping in temperature.
I frown, staring up at the mirror as the fog clears. Shade’s looking at the shower, avoiding me despite how close we are.
“Not yet,” I whisper.
The answer shakes him out of his head. When his eyes meet mine in the mirror, they’re guarded.
“I told you I’d teach you how to shave a man’s face with a blade.”
Before I can ask why he’s bringing that up right now, he’s bringing his hands back to my waist and lifting me onto the counter. I swallow my frustration and push it back, searching for the comfort of our friendship instead. It’s safer on that side of the boundary anyway.
