Chapter 10 Selene #2
“I don’t think there are many men who can sense what a woman wants and pleasure her the way you do.
You should be shouting it from the rooftops or at least be happy about it,” I complimented him before sitting up and finding myself faced with his member, long, semi-hard, and right in front of me.
It was catnip for my libido, so I bit my lower lip, trying to keep it under control.
Instinctively, I touched his left hip, tracing the shape of the pikorua with my index finger.
Neil gasped slightly and tightened his abdomen, but he didn’t shake off my touch.
I gazed deep into his eyes, trying to show him that I wanted to give him some of what he’d just given me, that I was wild for his body and for him.
There was nothing wrong with sharing sexuality with the one you loved, even if that love wasn’t necessarily requited.
I knew for sure that I’d never let another man touch me because I was in love with Neil and that would never change.
But when I tried to cut to the chase and moved my mouth closer to his hard-on, Neil pulled away.
Embarrassment washed over me, and I bent my legs to shield myself.
I wrapped a forearm over my breasts and looked down, turning red.
I never made the first move, and the one time I decided to give it a try, I got shot down.
Idiot!
“Tinkerbell.” Neil tilted my chin up with his fingertip, forcing me to look at him.
He observed me with an indulgent smile, tracing the contours of my lips with his thumb in an attempt to dispel some of my embarrassment.
“I would love to let you do that, trust me…but, x you before, today’s going to be a big day,” he informed me, bending forward to drop a kiss on the end of my nose.
“You will get your mouth on me another time, don’t worry.
I won’t let you get away,” he whispered wickedly before letting go of me and getting off the bed.
He gave me a full view of his tight butt as he walked toward the door.
Once alone, I hurled myself back against the pillow and stared up at the ceiling. The air was heavy with our smell, the sheet infused with his masculine odor.
I brought it up to my nose and breathed in his fresh, clean smell.
I had the same one on my skin, and if it were up to me, I wouldn’t have washed it off.
It was the only thing I wanted to smell on my skin.
There were times when I feared what I felt for him. My emotions were so powerful and uncontrollable that they often had me doing the most irrational things.
Sighing heavily, I searched around in the bed for my bra and panties. After I slipped them back on, I left as well and headed for the living room.
The air was cool in the penthouse, so walking around half-dressed wasn’t a great idea. When I spotted Neil’s thick sweater abandoned on the sofa, I picked it up and shrugged it on. It was white, at least three times my size, and it went down all the way to my knees.
I rummaged briefly in the refrigerator, the pantry, and on the shelves in search of something to put in my stomach. I found a half gallon of milk and a few coffee pods that went in the coffee machine.
“Great, no breakfast,” I muttered to myself and heard my stomach growl in protest.
What was there to do? After all, nobody was living in the apartment; obviously there wouldn’t be any food there. What had I been expecting to find?
My mother’s famous pancakes?
Or maybe some of her cherry pie?
I snorted at myself as I instead simply heated up the milk for myself and made a cup of plain black coffee for Neil.
I recalled that he didn’t really eat breakfast.
When I was done, I sat down with my big cup of milk and blew on it so I wouldn’t burn my mouth.
A few moments later, Neil appeared, wearing just his jeans. I looked him up and down in fascination, lingering over the toki on his bicep just as I’d done in bed with his pikorua. Those were the only two tattoos Neil had, but they both meant something to him and suited him perfectly.
“I made you black coffee, just the way you like it. There isn’t anything else.
” I wrapped my fingers around my mug to warm them.
He moved closer, passing a hand through his wet hair, and stared fixedly at me.
I cocked my head to one side, trying to figure out what he was looking at when suddenly I remembered his sweater and gasped.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I was cold, and I just put it on without asking your permission; that’s probably not cool with you, and that’s reasonable…
I can take it off right now if you want?
” I said, all in one breath. After he’d rejected my advances earlier, all I needed was a good long dressing-down from him to complete my humiliation that morning.
But Neil just gave a thoughtful blink, not looking angry at all, just confused and maybe surprised?
“Keep it. I just turned the heater on. All you had to do was ask,” he answered shortly, sitting down across from me. He sipped his coffee and didn’t thank me for making it or even pay me much attention at all as he got his phone out of his pocket and started texting with some mystery person.
Seriously?
I was there with him after dealing with a long flight and a nearly sleepless night, and he thought he could just ignore me?
I still felt like I’d been hit by a car after the night before and he was chatting with someone else? Worst-case scenario, chatting with another woman.
I tried to reel some of the paranoia back in—I was getting too jealous, too possessive of him.
But with Neil, I lived in constant fear of losing him.
I gulped my milk down quickly out of nerves and just kept staring at him.
Meanwhile, he messed around on his phone, presumably waiting for whoever it was to respond and occasionally typing something in return.
Great…he was super interested in his conversation.
“Neil,” I called out, setting the cup down hard on the kitchen island.
He didn’t even dignify the gesture with a look, so I tried again.
“Neil!” I was more assertive that time, and his lovely golden eyes shifted from the phone screen to me.
Once I had his attention, I should have been firm and decisive.
Instead, my mouth just fell silently open, unable to ask him the questions I really wanted to ask.
“Where are we going this morning?” I asked him finally, my voice uncertain. He creased up his forehead, and then, having decided my question was trivial, he went right back to his phone, sliding his thumb rapidly across the screen.
“To a place,” was all he said as he finished his coffee.
The thought of just getting up and peering over his shoulder at the phone did cross my mind, but I discarded it.
I wasn’t good at that kind of thing—I would have gotten busted immediately.
“Okay. Should I get ready now, then?” I went on.
“Yeah, the sooner you get a move on, the better,” he said, terse and annoyed.
Oh, was I distracting him?
I got up and washed the mug out in the sink before drying it and putting it back in the cupboard. I turned around to see Neil looking at my ass, his phone still clutched in one hand.
“Could you tell your lovers to look you up some other time? Perhaps after I’ve gone back to Detroit?
That way they’ll have you all to themselves, and you can play your little games together.
” I waved a dismissive hand, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise.
He hadn’t expected that reaction out of me, but I was fed up, and his attitude needed to change, specifically the arrogant disregard.
Neil’s only answer was to raise the corner of his mouth before, unable to hold back any longer, he burst into laughter.
Was he making fun of me?
I stalked around the kitchen island, determined to get out of there, but he took me by the arm and stopped me. He stood up, looming over me. I looked up at him, daring him to say something. If he tried to seduce me with words or actions, he would have gotten a slap to the face that time.
One he’d always remember.
“Tinkerbell…” he said in a soft, singsong tone, mocking me.
I glared at him. “You are absolutely right…about waiting until after you leave to see all my lovers.” He tried to brush a strand of hair away from my eyes, but I moved to block him.
All he did was laugh. “But the person I was texting just now was actually Logan. So you can relax…” He pinched my cheek before releasing me.
Oh, so he was going to see all his other women after I left? Well, two could play at that game.
“And I’ll happily wait until I’m back in Detroit to ask Ivan out so we can get back to our…ah…unfinished business.” I shot him a wink and watched his shoulders straighten. His golden eyes went hazy with unmistakable anger, and he began to breathe heavily.
Guess my aim was good because that shot hit.
I wouldn’t have done anything with Ivan, whom I considered just a friend. But just hearing his name was enough to provoke the human disaster in front of me and I hoped to make him feel some of what he made me feel.
That might be the only way to make him understand how much he was hurting me.
“I’m going to go get ready,” I announced cheerfully, wearing a smile just as broad as it was fake, and then sashayed victoriously back to the bedroom. All the time, I could feel his glower on me.
“Fucking brat,” I thought I heard him mutter in an irritable growl, but I didn’t care in the slightest.
* * *
Half an hour later, we were driving in Neil’s car.
Neither of us said a word about our little sparring match.
I wanted to ask him what this “place” he was taking me to actually was, but I didn’t want to be the one who broke first. Maybe I was being childish, but my pride got the better of me, and I couldn’t stand the idea of talking to him, not even just to get basic information.