Chapter 2 #2
‘That’s better,’ she announces.
I concur. ‘Don’t stop on my account.’
She blinks like it’s just occurred to her she’s performed a bit of a strip tease. Colour suffuses her cheeks, and this time the flush has nothing to do with the stuffiness of the elevator. She folds her arms and does that looking down her nose thing again.
If she thinks she’s hiding her tits from me, she’s wrong – the pull of her shirt across them makes me salivate. I want to put my mouth on them so bad my lips burn with the urge.
‘I think it’s far enough.’
Oh no. Not nearly far enough. But we’ll see. I laugh at her primness, though. I’m beginning to like how she condescends to me, which is about as fucked up as it gets. My balls ache with how much it turns me on.
She ignores my laughter as she gathers the duvet, gives it a shake, and spreads it over the floor. It takes up about half of the space, and she sits on top of it but against the opposite wall. Smart, smart woman.
‘Why do you do that?’
Her question surprises me as she glares across the space between us, stretching her legs out in front of her. Her socks are stripy, her thighs shapely. Her arms are crossed, and there’s a little V drawing her eyebrows together.
‘Why do I do what?’
I know what she’s asking, but I really want to see if she’ll say it. If she’ll put it out there. Too many times these past few weeks she’s walked away from the invitation in my eyes. Is she going to tackle it now?
She raises her chin. ‘Look at me like you… know me.’
Okay. She is going there. My dick stirs at the thought; my pulse quickens. Does she think her forthrightness will scare me off? That I’ll back down now she’s telling me she knows my game? ‘Because I do know you.’
She shakes her head. ‘No, you don’t.’
Her denial is swift and vehement. ‘Fair enough.’ My pulse drums slowly through my groin, the blood thick through my veins as I raise my hands in surrender. ‘But I know some things about you.’
She looks away, her hands falling to her sides to smooth the duvet cover. Her tits shift nicely, and I look my fill while her attention is elsewhere.
‘I know that I annoy you.’ She doesn’t say anything, just keeps working the duvet. ‘I know you don’t want to want me.’ Her hands halt. ‘But you do, anyway.’
Her fingers pluck at the duvet now. Her breathing roughens; I can hear it from here. ‘That’s not true.’
She’s lying and we both know it, but I’m fine with a little denial. ‘It’s okay,’ I soothe. ‘I understand. I’m not your type. But sexual attraction doesn’t always come in a neatly wrapped box. Sometimes we want what we want and there’s no rhyme or reason to it.’
Her hands stop again, and her eyes lift to mine. Our gazes lock. ‘I don’t have time for… dalliances.’
Christ, even the way she says dalliances makes me horny. So prim. I want that proper mouth wrapped around my cock doing improper things. ‘Doc.’ I smile and shake my head at her. ‘You need to make time.’
‘I’m fine.’
She tosses her head, and I almost groan as her boobs bounce to the movement. I quirk my eyebrow in mock inquiry, just to see her spark up. She does.
‘I am.’
I shake my head slowly. ‘You’re pissed off all the time.’
‘Only at you.’
I laugh. Touché. But she bristles even more at my amusement.
‘I’m only ever… cranky at you.’
‘Cranky?’ This woman is hysterical. ‘God, I love your primness. You can’t even say the words. Can’t say Danny Colton pisses me off. It’s okay to say it, you know.’
‘Gee.’ She smiles at me, her teeth gritted. ‘Thanks for the permission.’
‘It might even help.’
‘Help?’
‘Loosen you up a bit.’
‘Why? So I can schlep around shirtless all day, keeping my neighbours awake with my drum practice?’
‘I’m all for you schlepping around shirtless.’
She folds her arms. Her amber eyes glow in the low light. ‘You’re doing it again.’
I smile. ‘Pissing you off?’
‘You think all this casual cussing makes you some kind of… cool dude?’
I throw my head back and laugh this time. Is she kidding? I’m a drummer. I’m already pretty cool. But I don’t point this out. I change tack. ‘Your momma teach you cussing was a sin?’
‘Didn’t yours?’
I ignore her question. ‘I suppose she thinks the F word sends you straight to hell?’ I wonder how sick it is on a scale of one to ten for me to want to hear such a dirty word coming from such a prim mouth?
Her eyes widen. Just a little, but I notice it.
I notice everything about her. The slight roughness in her breath as it slides in and out of her magnificent mouth; the way her toes curl inside her socks.
I definitely notice how she crosses one ankle over the other and slides a hand into the valley where her thighs meet, right up high, snuggled into her crotch.
Is she getting hot just from talking about cussing? From the mention of the F word? Is it starting to hurt between those legs?
‘I’m pretty sure my momma doesn’t spend any of her time thinking about the F word.’
Her voice is high and breathy, but she looks at me, her eyes glowing with defiance, her chin in the air. I say, ‘Like mother like daughter, huh?’ just to rile her up even more.
Her lips flatten. ‘I told you before, I don’t have time for—’
‘Dalliances.’ I grin as I complete her sentence, then I shake my head at her. Such a waste. ‘How long’s it been since you had an orgasm, Doc?’ She goes to speak, and I hold up my hand. ‘With another human being. Not one you’ve given to yourself.’
Her face flushes so fast and so bright its glow practically lights up the whole elevator.
‘Ahhh… I see… You don’t do that either, do you?’ I laugh, not out of callousness but out of wonder.
This woman… so much I can teach her.
‘I told you already.’ Her gaze drops to her lap, where her thumb is brushing back and forth over the top of her thigh. ‘I don’t have time.’
‘It only takes a minute.’
Her eyes flick up, but not all the way – they come to rest on my crotch. It’s too dim in here to see I’m sporting full wood, but my dick feels the intensity of her gaze like a giant wet tongue licking it from root to tip. ‘For guys, maybe.’
Okay. That does it. Getting stuck in an elevator with this woman today has obviously been predestined. If anyone needs to learn the power of her own body, it’s Holly Vincent. If anyone needs a good orgasm, it’s her.
This is her lucky day.
‘What if I told you I could give you one now? Fast and easy. No strings.’
Her breath hitches, and she blinks. Her mouth drops open. I try not to think about all the things I could do to that mouth. She draws her knees up. ‘That’s… preposterous,’ she splutters, but it’s too late; I already heard that little hitch. ‘If you think I’m getting naked in here with you then—’
‘You can stay fully clothed,’ I interrupt.
‘What?’
‘So will I.’
She stares at me like I’ve gone crazy, and for a moment I think maybe I have, too. I want to see her naked so fucking bad.
‘I won’t kiss you. Hell, I’ll barely even touch you. I just need my hand.’ I hold it up and wiggle the fingers. ‘That’s all.’
I can settle for her wet and slippery against my fingers, if that’s what it takes to touch her. And hearing my name bounce off these walls as she comes her brains out won’t exactly be a hardship, either. She stares at my fingers as if hypnotised for a beat before giving herself a shake.
‘No, thanks. I have no desire to be bragged about at your next jam session.’
Her loaded dismissal is a barb to my chest. I do not brag about women. That’s just plain disrespectful – my momma taught me that. My gaze locks with hers, and I shake my head very slowly, very deliberately.
‘What happens in the elevator stays in the elevator.’
Her ragged breathing is loud in the silence that grows as her legs slide down to stretch out in front again. Her hand snakes between her thighs as she chews on her bottom lip.
She’s actually thinking about it…
My cock is hard as stone, the teeth of my zipper biting into the taut flesh as her head turns and she stares at the doors. Oh, yeah baby, she wants it.
‘They could… come at any moment.’
‘No.’ The only person coming here is her. I hope. ‘Not for a couple of hours.’ I throw her one of my most irritatingly cocky smiles. ‘I could give you a dozen in that time.’
Her nostrils flare, but she shakes her head. ‘This is… ridiculous.’
She’s so, so close. I can tell she wants to say yes. The flush in her cheeks betrays her arousal, her curiosity. I fold my arms at my sides like wings and flap. ‘Bok. Bok. Bok.’
She purses her lips, obviously unimpressed, but there’s a lot of thinking going on behind those pretty eyes. ‘So you just… give me an… orgasm… and that’s it?’
I sincerely fucking hope not, but if that’s the way she wants it.
‘Yep.’ I nod. ‘I put my hand down your pants—’ Her eyes widen, and I smile.
She is so ripe for this I swear I can already smell how wet she is.
‘And I make you come so hard you’ll see angels.
And then I’ll take my hand out and sit back over here and we can… talk about the weather.’
But if I play my cards right, she’s going to want a hell of a lot more, like seeing how much harder she can come on my cock. ‘Whaddya say, Doc?’ I waggle my fingers again.
She swallows. ‘I… I…’ But her eyes are on my hand and they’re all jittery, and her chest is rising and falling rapidly, and I have her. I know I do.
I reach over, grab her ankle, and yank.