Page 73 of The Holiday Clause
“You know why.”
She chewed her lower lip, something she only did when nervous. Her lashes lowered, hiding her gaze.
“You could have called on the phone.”
A slight nod. “I wanted to see you.”
“Why?”
She didn’t answer immediately. Her breathing turned labored as she kept her head bowed, pulse fluttering at her throat. “I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do.”
Another beat. “I wanted…to see you.”
“Then why aren’t you looking at me?”
“I don’t know.”
Maybe it was easier not to look at each other. Easier to be honest about what they both seemed to be fighting.
“Turn around.”
With a shaky breath, she slowly pivoted to face the wall, no questions asked.
“Good girl.”
He glided his palms over her shoulders and down her arms. Goosebumps rose under his touch. Lifting her hands, he pressed them into the plaster, angling her body forward. Stepping closer, he closed the distance, showing her exactly how hard he was.
“Is this what you want?” His hand flicked under the hem of her shirt, teasing her bare skin that felt like silk under his calloused fingers.
“I...” She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “I came because of the paychecks.”
“Enough about the fucking checks, Wren.”
She wore those high-cut, loose yoga pants again, and his hand slipped easily past the waistline into her panties. He delved right between her folds, finding her soaked and ready.
Her breath caught when his finger narrowly slid deeper, teasing without fully penetrating. Fuck his promises. He tapped her ankle with the side of his bare foot.
“Show me you want this. Don’t make me question it.”
Her steps widened and her head lowered in surrender.
If she kept putting herself in these situations, he’d show her exactly why it was dangerous. “Is this what you need?” His finger glided deeper, but he kept his touch light, almost reverent. “You want to feel something, Wren? You want me to get you off?”
“Yes,” she breathed, and the soft confession nearly dropped him to his knees.
He barely moved. “I can do that for you.”
The tight way her pussy clenched around his finger reminded him of her innocence. He both loved and hated the reminder. In one aspect, it showed just how precious she was. No other man had ever been inside of her. In a way, he felt like that made her…His.
But it also made her fragile. Breakable. He’d kill anyone who hurt her. What if he ended up being the worst of them? Maybe the best thing he could do involved protecting her from himself.
Her breath hitched, and he stilled. “Still okay?”
“Mm-hm.”
“Good.” He teased his finger deeper, gently brushing his palm over her swollen clit.
