Page 126 of Endgame
The second one lands me a pleading stare.
The third turns her elbows weak, and there she is. Dropping to her forearms.
Her eyes darken, drenched in lust. Ass rising high up in the air.
Beneath her nightgown, her thighs clench.
Yes. This is better. When we both know our place.
Her, waiting to be fucked. Me, dying to rail her.
“What were my orders when I stepped into the room?” My voice is sharp as a whip.
She rushes to push up on her hands. Her nightgown moves with her. It touches her in ways I wish my fingers would. My teeth.
Patience.
Aurora dips her chin. “I’m sorry.”
An apology. From her. After being zapped.
Cute.
I see this game is far from being over.
“You’re sorry?” I crack my neck. Roll my shoulders.
More tension takes over my body. Good thing I have her here to relieve it.
“I am.” From this high up above her, with her head bowed low, her eyes look huge.
I don’t want to drown in them. Don’t want to think about them.
None of that.
Taking the remote with me, I cross the room and sit in one of my armchairs. My legs are spread.
Both hands over my thighs, I tell her, “Crawl to me.”
In complete silence, she does just that, crawling on her hands and knees on the hardwood floor. Aurora’s hips sway. Blue eyes fix on mine. There’s desire in her stare.
She needs me.
She might need her answers, but she needs me more than that.
Fuck, my heart.
“You’re being good.” I tilt my head to the side. “What’s changed?”
A grateful sigh. “I have a question.”
My lips quirk up. “No.”
“No?” One of her hands slides up the length of my calf, her touch unsure.
My legs flex at that. At her obvious insecurity.
She’s tame, soft. I need more.
