Page 17 of Bit's Bliss
I felt her walking toward me as much as heard her. Every step she took sent my desire skyrocketing.
“I told you we aren’t talking tonight.”
When she stood in front of me, I tried so damn hard not to look, but when had I ever been able to stop myself when it came to her? I found every excuse to visit the old winery, to spend a few minutes staring at her.
“Please look at me,”she begged.
Her words threatened to shatter every ounce of restraint I possessed, then when my gaze traveled the length of her body, I knew resisting her would be a losing battle. She still had on the same sweatshirt she wore earlier, but had removed her jeans, exposing her long, sexy-as-fuck legs.
My eyes bored into hers. “You’re playing with fire, little girl.”
“I’m not a little girl, and I’m not a kid.”
I sprung off the sofa as much as stood, stalked around the table, and backed her up against the opposite wall. I captured both her wrists in one hand and held them above her head before leaning my body into hers. “Is that right? How do you explain your behavior tonight?”
Her eyes were wide. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have called you.” She tried to wriggle from my grasp, but I held her in place with my free hand on her waist.
“That is theonlysmart thing you did. Not setting the alarm, not locking the fucking kitchen door, and not staying in my bedroom like I told you to are the things you did that put yourself at risk.”
Our mouths were close enough to kiss, but I couldn’t allow it to happen.
“How is coming out of the bedroom putting myself at risk?” Her voice was breathy and deep, her pupils were dilated to the point where there was no visible color, and her hardened nipples poked against my chest even through her sweatshirt.
Worse, I could smell her desire, and it was driving me mad. “I am not the man for you, Eberly,” I said, brushing her lips with mine like I had earlier. “I’m warning you. Do as I say and save us both.”
She raised herself on her tiptoes, dragging her nipples against my chest, and brought her mouth to my ear. “I don’t want to be saved.” She trailed her lips from there to the corner of my mouth.
I moved the hand holding her still from her waist to her neck. “I’m giving you one more chance. I’ll let you go, and when I do, I want you to march that sweet ass into the bedroom, and once you’re there, lock the fucking door.”
When I released her hands, she grabbed my wrist. “No,” she said right before crashing her mouth into mine. I angled my head and thrust my tongue betweenher lips that would soon be swollen from our lack of restraint. “Consider yourself warned.”
I grabbed the bottom of her sweatshirt and pushed it up as she pulled it over her head. “If you don’t get this off, I’ll tear it from your body. Jesus,” I moaned, covering her bare breasts with my hands, kneading her flesh before bringing my mouth to one nipple, then the other. Her whimpers of pleasure spurred me on, and when her fingernails dug into the flesh of my wrist, I thought maybe she’d orgasm from breast play alone. But something felt off. I raised my head and studied her.
“Eberly, look at me.”
When she opened her eyes, they darted between mine.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
The shake of her head was almost imperceptible.
“Am I hurting you?”
She squeezed her eyes shut and lowered her head. “No. That isn’t it.”
I put my hands on either side of her face. “What is it, then?”
“I’m, um, not sure what to do.”
Closing my eyes, like she had, when the meaning of what she was saying hit me, I looked up at the ceiling, then down at her.
“I’m sorry?—”
I stopped Eberly’s words with a kiss, put one arm behind her knees, lifted her in my arms, and carried her into the bedroom. With one hand, I moved the blanket and sheet out of my way, then rested her body on the bed. “Take off your panties,” I said as I removed my own clothes.
When we were both naked, I lay beside her and gathered her near. I held her close, stroking her hair with one hand while trailing my fingers down her arm with the other.
“Trevino, are we going to?—”
