Page 36 of Fight For Her
My name from his lips sounded so incredibly sexy.
“Was there something you wanted?” He spoke against my ear just close enough that I could imagine the stubble of his beard nuzzling the side of my face.
What was I doing? I wasn’t some meek woman who let a man lead the way. That’s never been me. Taking a deep breath in, I found my voice.
“Touch me.”
He let loose a long breath next to my ear that sent a flush of warmth between my thighs. Without teasing me and without another thought, his hands were on me. His warm palms splayed across the tops of my shoulders gliding ever so gently at first across the small, uncovered area.
“How’s that, baby?”
I hummed in response, unable to form words. He continued to glide and knead the oil-slicked skin of my shoulders and neck with an expert’s touch. My hum of pleasure must have sent him into more of a trance. It seemed as though hours went by. He massaged my scalp, working his fingertips in slow circles. His thumbs pressed a path down the slope of my neck and stopped above the tucked in sheet.
“Feeling better now?” he asked, stopping his movements. Was I? I had stopped crying so that was a plus. The tightness in my chest seemed to have loosened, and my attention was squarely focused on the aching between my thighs.
“Yes.”
He slid one finger under the sheet. Just one finger. He kept it still at first, before tracing a pattern slowly from one side of my back to the other. My stomach fluttered and that ache grew heavy.
He grazed the bottoms of my shoulder blade and the ridges of my spine, he slowed as he reached the side of my breast and let his finger linger along my ribcage. Every part of me was waiting, longing to see how far he would go.
He skimmed the swell of my breast and trailed his finger back up along the edge of my tight shoulder blade. The anticipation was going to kill me. I had never been this needy in my life. He made another pass down my back this time lower and lower until he was hovering above me at the head of the table so closely that I could feel the heat of his body and hear his ragged breaths escaping his lips.
The need for his hands to be all over me and for there to be no fabric between us overwhelmed me. “Mmm, Coby.”
“God, Kendahl those sounds you’re making. You’re killing me.” He splayed his palms out again and let his fingers hover just above my panty line. My pulse pounded, filling me with liquid heat. His fingers smoothed along the lace band, tracing the outline lightly. He played with the material before dipping one finger beneath it, drawing across the ridges of my hip slowly and deliberately.
“I love to toy with you and watch you writhe and squirm,” he growled into my ear before palming my ass with both hands. “I know you’re wet for me. Tell me, did you soak the sheets?”
Fuck yes, I did. “You’re an asshole,” I told him between a breathy moan. I was so close to grinding my hips into the table to get some relief. He chuckled low and deep.
“Looks like you want to break rule number one.” He kneaded my cheeks, gently pushing my center into the warmth of the sheets. It felt too damn good. “Rules are meant to be broken, baby.”
He glided his fingers closer to my slit, trailing them along the crease of my ass. Another inch and he’d be exactly where I needed him. I squirmed against the delicious weight of his body hovering over me. The pressure only added to my need. He hooked his finger under the seam of my thong. If I lifted my ass, he’d be right there, but he stopped and nuzzled into my neck causing another shiver to course through me.
“Tell me, Kendahl. Do you want me to fuck your wet pussy with my fingers?” His dirty mouth was something I wasn’t used to. Yes. God yes, I wanted him inside me. I kept my mouth shut though, letting the anticipation of his next move stoke the flames within me, wanting him to feel all the need that I did.
I was about to sit up and take what I wanted when we were interrupted by a knock at the door.
“Mr. Barnes? Ms. Edwards? You’re treatment time is over. May we come in?”
“Oh my God. Coby get off.” I pushed myself up, knocking Coby forward so that he almost landed on top of me.He grumbled, and righted himself, taking a step back toward his table. As I fixed my ponytail and tried to calm my heart rate, I glanced down and my eyes went directly to Coby’s dick which was…erect.
I cleared my throat, “Jesus, Coby, get your robe on.” He pulled a hand through his hair and followed my gaze down to his boxer briefs.
“Fuck.” He turned toward the hook on the wall, grabbed his robe, and tossed me mine as I stood up.
They knocked again. Damn, Katie, take a hint.
“We’ll be right out,” I yelled. “Coby, fix your boner,” I said in a whisper. “This is a nice establishment.”
He chuckled, that smug, infuriating laugh. “What do you want me to do with it?”
“I don’t know. Think of something unsexy…lizards, owls, snakes. No not snakes, don’t think of anything long and tubular.” I frantically threw back the sheets, noticing a wet patch. Christ.
“What’s with all the animals?” He laughed again.
“I don’t know,” I said exasperated. “That’s where my brain went.”
