Page 137 of Take My Name
My eyes drop to his crotch and the grin that forms across my face is lethal. I love that I did that to him.
He cups my chin, bringing my gaze up to his. “And now you’re gonna pay for that little stunt.”
“Oh no…what a hardship that’ll be.”
Leaning in, he nips at my lower lip. “Such a sassy fuckin’ mouth.”
“You love it.” I slide my tongue out and his eyes track the movement. “Why aren’t you naked?”
He snickers, kneels on the floor, then brushes his nose up my thigh. “’Cause I’m supposed to be at work right now.”
“And yet, you’re not. So strip, cowboy.”
“Hm…maybe I’ll torture you instead the way you’re torturin’ me.” His finger breaches my pussy, slowly sinking inside.
Fuck, that feels good. I’m so wet, he easily adds a second.
His torturously slow movements bring me close to the edge before he pulls back and restricts me from my orgasm.
“Warren,please,” I whine after the third time he edges me.
“Mm, you beg for me so sweetly, baby. I’m almost tempted togive in, but I want you so needy for it that by the time I return, I’ll have you squirtin’ before I even give you my cock.”
He pulls away, standing to his full height, and I hold out my hand, trying to grab him. “No! How dare you?”
Tilting my chin, he presses a tender kiss to my lips. “It’ll be worth the wait, my love. I promise.”
My pussy weeps, and I nearly cry at the loss of him.
“You’re so gonna pay for this,” I weakly threaten, plopping back on the mattress with a huff.
“I’ll be home at five.” He winks and then walks out of the bedroom.
Warren’s lucky there are less than two hours until he’s due back because the way he left me ready and wanting is pure torture.
I manage to get dressed so I’m not walking around naked, although I’m sure he wouldn’t mind, but I’m not taking the risk of one of his siblings or parents randomly showing up.
Instead of staying in bed waiting for him, I go downstairs to the library and snuggle up in the chair while I read. It’s hard not to think what it’ll look like in a couple months. My books on these shelves. Books I’ve read as a teenager and into adulthood. Books of authors I represent.
It’s still hard to comprehend that he built this for me.
But I’m grateful for it.
At some point, I doze off and wake up to the smell ofsomething delicious cooking upstairs. Warren must be home and he didn’t come get me.
Knowing him, he probably showered first and then started dinner. The man is nothing if not predictable in sticking to his schedule, which now includes making sure I eat.
Going upstairs, I find Warren standing in front of the stove, shirtless, in only a pair of joggers and looking every inch irresistible. I wrap my arms around him, plastering my chest to his back, and squeeze.
“That smells so good, whatever it is,” I say, pressing a kiss between his shoulders.
“Smothered pork chops,” he informs me, spinning in my arms and cupping my face. He dips down and brushes his lips against mine.
“Mm…a girl could get used to this.” I melt into him, sliding my hands over his bare stomach. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
“You looked so peaceful sleepin’, but I was about to since the food’s almost done.” He twists a strand of hair behind my ear, giving me the sweetest smile. “I liked findin’ you down there. Panicked at first when you weren’t in the usual places, but seein’ you in the readin’ chair I got for you made me stupidly happy.”
“How do you always say the sweetest things?” I lean into his touch, wanting more. “And why aren’t we naked right now?”
