Page 81 of Hell Hath No Fury
"You know, baby, I think the pizza's too hot to eat right now."
"Is that so?" she questions.
I nod. "Mhm. I wouldn't want you to burn your mouth."
"No, that would be horrible," she agrees, playing my game with me.
I set the pizza box on a table next to the chair in the corner and stalk over to the bed, leaning down over her. I slowly pull my shirt over her head, leaving her bared to me. I kiss herswollen lips and she lets out a moan. She's so pliant, so sexy, so everything.
I begin kissing her neck, then down her chest. I kiss further down, pulling the blankets back as I do. She gasps when I dip my tongue into her naval and I love the sound of it.
"You make the sexiest noises."
"Derrick," she breathes.
"Like that, for instance. Never stop saying my name like that," I coax. Watching her, gauging her reaction, I push her thighs apart and her lips part.
"I think I'll indulge myself, Audra, and have dessert first."
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Audra
"This is some of the best pizza I've ever had," I tell Derrick. I'm starving. He had his dessert first—me. God, he's so good at that. I hate every woman he's ever touched, and yet in some ways I'm almost grateful. He wouldn't be the experienced Derrick without going through a few—hundred—women before me.
"Doesn't taste nearly as good as you."
I lean over and bump his shoulder with mine. He isn't at all what I was expecting.
After he, and this is a quote, "feasted" on my pussy, we fucked again. There was nothing slow or languorous about it that time. It was hard and dirty, as if he couldn't get enough of me. Each time I thought he couldn't go any deeper, he adjusted me in a way where he did.
I swear I heard him moan, "mine," but I can't be sure. I really don't see a way we can go back to pretending we aren't into one another. But what about work?
"Stop it," he chides.
"Stop what?"
"Thinking. It'll be there to worry about tomorrow."
I sigh. "But, Derrick…"
"Audra. We'll figure it out, okay?" he says with such conviction I really want to believe him.
"One thing…"
He groans. "You are so stubborn."
I smile. "I am. You like that about me."
He smiles back. "I guess I do."
"You guess?" I lift my brows.
"What's the one thing, baby?"
I'm really starting to like him calling me baby. I remember overhearing a conversation he had with the two idiots. Mark insisted Derrick come up with a universal nickname for the women he fucked, just in case he forgot their names. Derrick shook him off and told him if he couldn't remember her name for the few hours he was with her, he shouldn't be there. Even though he was using her, she was using him right back. Then and there he gained a small amount of my respect. It means he's never had a nickname for anyone, but it seems he has one for me. It gives me a tingle of hope there's more to this than fucking.
"Can you contact the two idiots and ask them to keep this to themselves?"
