Page 55 of Howl You Doin?
I’m so glad I decided to tell the truth, in this at least.
“You said no man can make you come like a vibrator, and I want to prove you wrong.”
The skin across her shoulders deepens to full red, and she nibbles her full bottom lip.
“You’re ridiculous.” Her blushing face scrunches into a cute glare. “Do you really not remember kissing me that night? You don’t remember telling me I needed a good shag, and youweren’tthe one to do it?”
A flicker of pain passes over her features and my chest tightens in response. “Yes, I remember. I shouldn’t have said that. I wasn’t myself, and I’m sorry.”
I’m unable to confess that my instincts screamedenemyfrom the first moment I met her. Or that the night I kissed her, her voice, her scent, her very gaze since then has driven me wild.
I purse my lips, and in a few short steps, reach her side. I pull her into my arms and hug her to me. “Hopefully a gang bang with me and all your battery-operated boyfriends will make it better?”
“What?” she says, her eyes wide in alarm as her body goes lax in my arms in disbelief.
The idea has been running through my mind since I first found her collection. She may hate my guts, but it’s hard to ignore how she comes apart in my hands. I will convince her with orgasms and then treat her as I should have all along.
“It’s perfect,” I say with a laugh, pulling away from her to look into her pretty eyes so she can see me wiggle my brows. “Imagine if we could make it through the next month without us at each other’s throats.”
The ability to have her in my arms and give her what her body needs fills me with anticipation. I want to make this woman come apart like no man or device ever has.
She arches a brow. “Only now you’re totally trying to get some of you in my throat.”
“You’re not wrong.” I shrug and try to hide how my cock leaps at the idea of it being buried between those lips until I’m deep within her face.
I grab her shoulders and forcibly spin her. She gasps and then leaps forward when my fingers touch her back as I go to undo the laces of her dress.
“Let me help you,” I say, knowing she won’t be able to get out of the thing if I don’t.
I watch the goosebumps raise on her perfect, freckled shoulders when I trail the backs of my fingers down her spine. I tease her skin, hoping to stir her desire in the same way she does me without trying.
“I will not beg like you told me that night,” she says, her dress falling from her to give me a tantalizing view of her.
It’s all I can do to not take her in my arms and rumble a horny growl at her.
My voice is gruff and strained as I say, “From what I can tell, woman, I’m the only one here begging.”
She snorts, laughing, and the cute sound does something to my insides.
Chapter 19
Whitley Whitt
Cake my breath away.
“I have a question,”I tell Connor as I peek at him, enjoying the glazed look on his face when my dress falls from my shoulders.
The choreography lessons today went smoothly, and I actually found myself enjoying them. Holding a tray above my head every few moments is strengthening my arm muscles, and I don’t mind it so much now that I know what I’m doing. It’s going to look really neat at night with all the food and platters, so long as no one drops anything.
“Ask away.”
Heat pools in my middle at the sight of him in my bedroom.
Rather than his usual business suit attire, his broad shoulders and torso are covered in a plain blue T-shirt, making his eyes look brighter. I think the man is aware how his jeans hug his waist and the obvious bulge in his pants that I’ve been trying to avoid looking at from the moment I saw it twitching like a snake in the grass. His hair is unkempt, all mussed like he’s been pulling at it, and it somehow makes him even more handsomethan normal. The way he’s looking at me now makes me want to throw my panties to the wind.
All day, my stomach has flip-flopped with the anticipation of us talking tonight. I didn’t think he’d be able to explain what’s going on without upsetting me, because I refuse to deal with any whiplash that may come from this. I won’t deal with him being a dick and then coming to my bed, for cuddles or otherwise.
The fact that he has alleviated a lot of my hurt and confusion, andclearlywithout his usual avoidance, is making me rather susceptible to him.
