Page 48 of Stitched Up in You
A feeling I can’t describe enters my chest when he bends before me, causing his white shirt to tighten across his shoulders.
Quit it, Bernie.
Quickly taking the boots off, I push my glasses back up my nose and stretch my legs out, wiggling my toes.
“Hurry up,” Frank barks, not killing my lady boner in the slightest, mores the pity.
I apparently have a type, and assholes generally make the cut.
But I did think we were making progress, I know I saw a hint of a smile on his face earlier. “As I’ve said before, you’re the one who kidnapped me and brought me here, remember?”
His nostrils flare, but he doesn’t respond, a confused and suspicious expression ghosting across his face.
“You’ve been here a full day and haven’t attempted to gain access to a phone or computer. Instead, when I assume you’ve tried to escape, I find your outdoors toying with my horse,” he accuses, while I’m in the middle of putting one shoe back on.
“You said he wasn’t yours,” I reply, turning my head to face him when I’m back upright.
He shortens the distance between us, caging me in on the large bench that doesn’t feel quite so large now that he’s in front of me. “Stop talking and put your fucking shoes on,” he says, reaching down for my other shoe and shoving it between us.
I blink. Aww.
His obvious attempt to scare me is kind of cute.
I hide my smile and lean up, pressing my lips to his, ignoring when the shoe drops to the floorboards. When he doesn’t immediately pull away, I reach my hands up and smooth themover his broad chest like I’ve been itching to do since I saw him running up that hill.
His body could be made of stone above me, but his quick intake of breath and response tells me a lot more than I’m sure he wants it to, because Frank Stein acts like he’s never really been kissed. Or if he has, he’s certainly not used to it, if the way his muscles instantly go stiff beneath me is any indication.
He groans when I twist my head and deepen the kiss, and I unfurl from the bench seat, opening my legs.
His pectorals bunch and move beneath my palms, and I soften my mouth, leading him in before I pull away and dive back in, meeting his lips in a wet, hot slide that sends me careening into lust. We moan together, and it’s as if the sound we make breaks the spell. Frank pulls away, looking more confused now than before.
My heart thundering in my chest, orange blazes in his gaze, and I freeze, waiting for him to stand up, but he doesn’t. He stares at me in puzzlement; his gaze drops to my mouth, and a hard look coasts over his expression, his lips turning down into a deep frown.
“Hey—” I blurt, wanting to somehow apologize for something that I’m not sure of yet, but understanding I’ve probably crossed a line.
I’m picked up and jostled until Frank sits on the large bench beneath me. It’s clearly made for his massive frame as it easily supports him, and I don’t have to look but I know his feet don’t dangle like mine did.
His hands go to my hips, breaking my train of thought when the warmth from them seeps beneath my sweatpants. “Holy shit, how are you this warm?” I ask, my gaze flying open when he ducks his head and firmly plants his lips to mine.
The smoothness of his skin registers as my eyes close and I’m immediately pulled into his passionate embrace. Frank may nothave kissed a lot, but he sure catches on quick. His mouth eats at mine, making my breath catch in my throat.
Soon I’m mewling and whimpering, in need of more friction as he consumes me. I don’t care. Let him eat me whole, starting with the throbbing spot nestled right outside my pussy.
“Please,” I gasp out between oxygen intakes, and I’m rewarded with a deep, dark chuckle.
One large palm engulfs my face as he forcibly twists my jaw, moving his lips to my ear and effectively holding me in place. “Please, what?” he asks, his smooth lips coasting along the shell of my ear.
Shivers spread across my right shoulder, and my hips move of their own accord, tilting right where I want his cock, between my legs. But I don’t answer. Instead I arch my hips over his length, like I’ve been wanting to do ever since he moved me in his lap.
His big body under mine is hot, his skin warm and heated through his business attire.
What is he?
Before I can push enough braincells together through my lust-filled haze to ask again, his hand closes firmly around my jaw and my mind goes on break.
Oh my god.
Wetness floods my center as he stares at me as if he’s not sure what to make of me. His blonde brows crash together across his broad forehead as I tremble, wondering what he’s going to do next.
