Page 47 of No Fear
When he thought of Rachel taking care of him instead, he definitely didn’t feel like a child though.
Watching her tiptoe around his kitchen, pulling ingredients from the cabinets and making him dinner had made his already painful erection even more difficult to live with. Watching her eat had been far more erotic than it should have been. He’d had to adjust himself more than once when he caught himself staring at her lush mouth and imagining it wrapped around something other than her fork.
He was hard as stone and one touch from coming in his pants. He was going to have blue balls for sure. He might need to ice himself after she fell asleep tonight. Either that or he was going to have to excuse himself to the bathroom and tug one out because there was absolutely no way he was going to push Rachel for more.
They’d already gone too far tonight. He should have shut it down the moment she climbed onto his lap. He certainly shouldn’t have stripped her naked and laid her out on the table to feast on her. He’d had his fingers inside her, his tongue inside her and his cock wanted to be next.
He shifted as discreetly as he could when Rachel curled up next to him on the couch. No, not next to him. She curled up against his side, all but on top of him and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning when her breasts brushed against him.
She hadn’t put the bra back on. Little tease. Not that he could be mad about that. Hell no. He was damn proud of her for taunting him with her sexy body. He hadn’t realized she had it in her but she’d certainly kept him on his toes tonight.
They’d somehow gone from talking about their first, horrible, traumatic sexual experiences to wiping away their pasts by making new memories together and that had been all her. He would have stopped them. He would have insisted they talk more. But Rachel had known what she wanted and she’d taken it.
Some tiny voice in the back of his mind pointed out that she’d crawled into his lap to stop their painful conversation but he ignored it. Maybe she had but that certainly hadn’t been the only reason. She’d wanted him, needed him, and once she was in his lap and all but begging for him, he’d been powerless not to give her what she was asking for. He’d told her that he would always give her what she needed and that hadn’t been hyperbole or passion fueled words. That had been cold, hard truth.
He was completely at the mercy of this girl.
“Remy?”
“Hmm?” He pulled her hand away when she began to stroke up his thigh and instead laced their fingers together.
“What’re we watching?”
“Uh…. I don’t know.” He snickered, caught completely ignoring the television, “Some old action movie?”
“Oh…”
There was something in her voice that he didn’t recognize and he turned slightly. He used his free hand to tip her chin up and swallowed hard at the expression he found there. Her eyes were warm with things neither of them were ready to say and she was chewing her bottom lip again. He used his thumb to pop the plump flesh from between her teeth and when her tongue darted out, brushing his fingertip, he groaned and pulled it away.
“Watch the movie.” He ordered, his voice more gruff than he’d intended since it was thick with desire.
“What if I don’t want to watch the movie?” Rachel whispered softly as she nuzzled his chest.
“What do you want to do?”
Rachel surprised him again when she lifted up suddenly instead of answering him. She slid a leg over his lap, straddling him, and he groaned as she settled against his aching erection. He was forced to lean back to look up at her as she planted her hands on either side of his head and braced herself above him.
“I… I want to thank you for earlier.”
He immediately frowned, “No.”
“But…”
“No, Rachel. That’s not why you touch me. Ever. Not because of gratitude or repayment.” He reached up and gripped her chin, pulling it down until they were eye to eye, “You only ever touch me because you want to. Understand?”
Her lips pursed, “I-I do want to.”
“Because you want to thank me for making you come earlier?”
“No. Yes.” Rachel huffed out a breath, “I always want to touch you. I just… I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel earlier. I know you said you wouldn’t take your release but I know you need it, Remy, and I want to give it to you. You said you’d only take what I gave and I want to give you an orgasm.”
He groaned when she shifted slightly, putting pressure on his throbbing cock. Why was he arguing with her about this? His body was fully on board with whatever she wanted to do to him. It was only his brain that said he needed to slow this down.
“I hate to break it to you, babe, but you’ve already given me more orgasms than I can count.” He smirked when she tilted her head curiously, “I’ve been jerking off to fantasies of you for weeks.”
She bit into her lip again and her cheeks flushed prettily, “Really?”
“Yeah, baby. I’m not sure how I’d keep count at this point but I owe you way more than a handful… pun completely intended.”
