Page 47 of A Secret and a Lie
“Take what you need, doll,” I murmur against the shell of her ear.
She mewls softly, before throwing herself into my arms as she wraps her legs around my hips. I catch her effortlessly, her skirt now fully bunched around her waist, and I imagine what it’d be like to take her like this.
Moving feverishly, she grates against my crotch with the same urgency that I feel, and I pray I’ll be able to hold out before I come in my pants. Although, I’m nothing if not controlled, and there’s no way I’ll coming anywhere but inside her.
“Are those pretty lace panties of yours wet from grinding against me?” The pitch of my voice is husky and low.
We move together with ease, my mouth absorbing her little sounds. Too soon, her body is quivering as she pants heavily, one of her heels clattering to the concrete as she tightens her legs around me.
The wetness between her legs becomes wholly apparent as it seeps through my pant leg; the threat of coming, untouched, into my boxer-briefs is increasing as the damp patch grows.
“You’re such a messy doll.”
She moans, her eyes finding mine as she works herself harder against my leg. Her pupils seem to dilate further until the hazel hue of her irises is nearly obsolete. I smirk.
I’m not sure what prompted me to degrade her a little, but the words fell from my mouth without much consideration, perhapsbecause I knew on some innate level that she’d like it, that it’d be the push she needed to find rapture.
She cries out my name then, her eyes falling closed. Her body tenses, then shudders, as pleasure rolls through her like a breathtaking tidal wave. “That’s right, you’re coming forme.”
I hold her through it, not letting her body slip an inch as she comes down from her high.
I’m smiling as her eyelids flutter open.
“Oh, my God,” she breathes finally, a little giggle escaping her.
“You look exquisite when you come,” I whisper against her lips.
Her skin flushes, her smile sheepish as she shifts in my arms. I take it as a sign that she wants to be released, but before I do, I slant forward and capture her lips again, branding her mouth with my own.
She returns the kiss, and I want to ask if she feels this too, the tightness in her chest, but I don’t. Reluctantly, I set her on her feet, our bodies untangling. The loss of her soft lips feels like a punch to my gut, and I stuff my hands in my pockets to give myself something to do so I’m less tempted to drag her back into my hold.
Gen steps around me, absently smoothing her skirt with one hand as long, slender fingers touch her lips gingerly.
Turning, I reach for the stiletto she lost and bend to retrieve it, slipping it back onto her delicately arched foot. Her lips are swollen and puffy, her cheeks pink as I gaze up at her from my position on my knee.
“I, um…I should be going,” she utters as I straighten, a gentle curl to her mouth informing me that she’s not upset about what happened here tonight, which is good, consideringupsetis the last word I’d use to describe how I feel.
“I’ll walk you out.” As soon as she turns, I reach for my crotch, adjusting myself. It does nothing to alleviate the pressure, though, and I know that the moment she leaves, I’m going to be coming in my hand.
When we get back downstairs, she collects her purse from where she left it on the bar, and I walk her to the front door.
A dozen questions spiral through my mind as I curl my fingers around the door handle and haul it open, but I keep my mouth shut. We step out into the early summer evening to find James waiting by the door to the backseat, his body angled away from us to give us a sense of privacy.
“I had a nice time tonight.” I reach out and tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. “Could I see you again?” Maybe I’m a switch after all, because if getting on my knees in front of this woman is what it takes to keep me in her vortex, I’ll damn well do it. I’d do whatever she asked of me.
I’m so fucking fucked. I can’t lose this op. I can’t loseher.
“We’ll see.” She tosses my own words from earlier back at me. Her full lips furling into a mysterious smile that’s teeming with her usual seduction.
Well, that’ssomething.
She presses onto her toes, brushing her lips over mine, but it’s over too quickly. “Goodbye, Superman.”
And she disappears into the blackness of the SUV, leaving only the scent of cherry blossoms behind.
“Did you get it done?” I ask Drake, who’s already opened a bottle of beer, having made himself at home at the dartboard, only a few feet from the spot that resurrected my heart.
He didn’t have to stick around, and I’m a little frustrated he chose to. I would’ve appreciated solitude until I could do something about the throbbing ache that Genevieve left me with.
