Page 73 of Hell Hath No Fury
"Wait," I ask softly.
He looks up at me, immediately stopping all movement. "Are you okay?"
I smile at him. He looks so worried. "I'm fine. I just need to use the restroom to freshen up a bit—"
"No way."
"What?" I ask with shock.
"No fucking way," he says again with a smirk.
I snicker a bit, wondering what… "Why not?"
"Because." He pulls me against him again and starts walking through the house. "You're not going to deny me."
"I wasn't planning on it," I tell him, really confused now.
"Yes, you were. You were going to go in there and wash up. You're not going to do that. I'm not letting you do that."
"Why?" I ask with a smirk, now more curious than confused.
"Because I want to taste all of that wetness between your thighs. I want to feel it coat my tongue and my fingers and I’m not letting you go in there and wash it away. No fucking way. That's mine," he tells me with such conviction I let out a giggle.
He grins.
"Far be it from me to deny you that. I just thought you'd want—"
He stops and looks into my eyes. "That's what made this take so long. Stop overthinking. I want. Lord, do I want. I want it all."
"You going to give me all of it too?"
"Baby, I'm going to give you more than all of it. I'm going to give you so much you'll know I was there for days," he promises.
"Keep walking. Go faster," I urge, leaning forward to suck on his neck a bit. He groans. "Is that good?" I ask.
"Yes, keep doing that."
He's as out of breath as I am.
"I don't think the first time is going to go as smoothly as I wanted it to, Audra. I'm sorry, but, fuck, you're so sexy and I've wanted—"
It's my turn to stop him. I press a finger to his lips. "Stop overthinking and just take me. We've got all night."
"I hate to break it to you, Audra, but it's going to take a hell of a lot longer than one night to get my fill of you," he informs me.
"Same. So… let's get started," I urge as he begins to lower me to stand in front of him.
He nods, taking his suit jacket off. Then his tie. Then the cufflinks. He toes off his shoes, then manages to get rid of his socks too. He's pretty crafty. The belt goes. He looks at it after pulling it through the loops, then looks at me.
"Later."
I giggle. "Promises, promises. All I hear are words."
"Oh, I'll give you so much more than words," he insists, stalking toward me with such intent, I take a step back. He's just about to me when his phone rings.
I look up at him.
"Ignore it. They'll go away."
