14. hayes
FOURTEEN
hayes
M oments pass as she speaks with Thomas, leaving out the dramatic details of our night but informing him where she’s been and how I’m sitting at her table, eating a carefully crafted sandwich. She doesn’t mention that I’m staring at her or that she keeps looking at me with a flirty smile, unable to control the red blossoming on her cheeks.
And I don’t know what it is about this particular moment—if it’s watching her in her natural environment, disarmed and charming, or if it’s because she’s talking to another man, even though I know it’s purely platonic—but I stand and slowly walk toward her. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth as she watches me, humming bland replies to whatever Thomas says on the other side of the line.
Wordlessly, I dip and grab the back of her thighs, hoisting her up and onto the counter. Her little gasp in response makes me grin, but I shake my head when she opens her mouth to undoubtedly end her phone call. “Don’t hang up,” I demand.
She’s still in her short skirt and tights, and the partial gap between her legs has me salivating for what’s waiting, but I want to play with her a little first.
She stutters her way through the call, tracking my movements intensely as I grab a fresh beer from the pack and twist the lid off. I take a couple sips first, the corner of my mouth tilted up in a sinister grin. She’s anticipating my next move, aching for me to touch her again. It’s how she’s been since this morning when she couldn’t stop watching me work. She studied every interaction I had with a woman, not realizing I noticed all of it.
I return to stand in front of her, pushing her knees apart so I can stand between her legs. Her skirt stretches tightly around her thighs. “Did you tell Thomas about the books Ryan sent to you?” I take another swig of beer. “Did you tell him about your dinner?”
“The dinner you crashed?” she asked in reply, raising her eyebrow in challenge. “No, I haven’t.”
“Do it.” Grabbing her chin, I push her head back a couple inches. “But open your mouth first.”
Her eyes search mine, but then she parts her lips. Using my hold on her chin, I pry her mouth open a little more. “So responsive,” I murmur, dragging my thumb across her bottom lip while taking a drink from my bottle.
Then, I lean in and spit the beer into her mouth.
I hear Thomas ask if she’s okay when she coughs a little from surprise, drops of beer spilling from the corner of her mouth. I use my index finger to scoop them up, sliding my finger between her lips to return it. Instinctively, she closes her lips around my finger and sucks, sending a jolt straight to my cock. “Tell him, Fallon. Tell him all about Ryan.”
I move my hands to her waist and inch her closer. I despise turtlenecks, even as tight as this one is around her. It accentuates her breasts but makes it impossible to kiss her anywhere but right below her ear, which is where I brush my lips.
A soft sigh falls from her lips as she tilts her head. My hands graze her thighs, my thumbs kneading the skin right beneath where her skirt starts. “You’re not talking. Speak.”
Her eyes fall closed when I pull her earlobe between my teeth. “Um, Thomas, I…” Another sigh. “I went to dinner with Ryan last night. He sent m-more signed copies of Alyssa’s book.” She fists my shirt and holds me close to her, pure ecstasy in the way her face relaxes.
I don’t think it’d take much to make her come.
“But I think…” She twists just enough to turn her head toward me, opening her eyes to stare into mine. “I think Fitz got a little jealous of him. He showed up to dinner.”
My mouth draws into a straight line. “I don’t get jealous, Fallon. Especially not of lesser men.”
She realizes she sparked an unwelcome emotion in me when a slight, triumphant grin stretches across her mouth. Using her free hand, she places her palm against my cheek. “I was happy to see you, Fitz.”
I didn’t realize my breathing increased until she slid her hand down to my chest. As easily as she’s let me control her so far, she was able to take me down a notch with a simple sentence. And all I want to do is now regain the power.
“Hang up,” I command.
“Thomas, I’ll call you in the morning. I hope Ansel feels better soon.” She listened to his reply before ending the call and placing her phone on the counter. “Fitz, I?—”
I don’t let her finish, quickly cupping her chin in my hand and pressing my lips to hers. The kiss is slow at first, tentative, but as soon as she wraps her arms around my neck, something inside me shifts, and I kiss her with an unexpected passion.
Her hand threads through my hair, sending shivers down my spine. The kiss turns urgent and all-consuming, our bodies nothing more than limbs stuck together. I can feel the heat between us, the way our bodies seem to magnetize to each other, and I can’t pull away. More than that, I don’t want to pull away. But I do want more .
My hands return to her thighs and slide beneath her skirt. I don’t even need to pause for her permission because she automatically gives it to me, shifting her hips to allow me to locate the waistband of her tights and pull them down. I use one arm to wrap around her waist and the other to drag my thumb across the crease of her thigh. “You were bare under these all day,” I say hoarsely, immediately resuming the kiss.
I drag her hips closer, spreading her legs further apart. She whimpers into my mouth when my thumb moves to her clit, and I return it with a groan into hers. Like I expected, she’s soaked. Making her come will only take two minutes tops.
I might be moving too quickly. My thoughts are already a mess, warring between need and logic, but I want to be the one to release the tension she’s always carrying.
Slowly, achingly since my cock is straining against my jeans, I slide one finger inside her. Her lips part when she breaks from me, her head falling back. I take the chance to look between our bodies, watching my hand as it disappears in a rhythm beneath her skirt. Needy for more, she tries to chase my hand, but it’s pointless. I’ll decide how quickly she comes.
“You were happy to see me,” I repeat her earlier words back to her, unsure of why that matters to me. But I recall the excitement in her voice when she called my name at dinner last night, the elation in her smile when I joined them.
“Yes,” she says with a breath, urging me to move faster when she presses her hips against my hand. “Fitz?—”
“I know what you want, Fallon.” I pause to kiss her again, grinning against her mouth when I add another finger. Her moan is swallowed by me when my tongue tangles with hers.
Moving my arm from around her waist to twist her braid around my wrist, I anticipate her next move. Because when I add my palm to apply pressure against her clit, she tries to break away from me to throw her head back, but I want her to come while her lips are against mine.
“Fitz,” she breathes, trying to readjust and gain space to gather herself, but too high to fight too much.
“Come, Fallon,” I whisper before sliding my tongue between her lips again.
And she does. She completely shatters in my hold, her entire body tensing as she comes on my fingers, then melting in my arms as the shockwaves ripple through her.
I don’t stop moving my hand until I’m certain she’s finished, then steady it to refocus entirely on our kiss. I could make her come again. Fuck, I could even ask her to get down on her knees to suck my cock, but I can’t take too much too soon. I need to leave her wanting more from me.
She locks her legs around my waist and holds me close to her, already wanting exactly that: more . She isn’t making this an easy decision for me, but I remove my fingers from her pussy and break our kiss to slide them into my mouth.
Fuck, she’s sweet. And fuck, I want my tongue to experience what my hand just did. I want her to ride my face more than I want to take my next breath.
She blinks as she watches me, her lips red and full from the intensity of our kiss. “Fitz,” she murmurs, wrapping her fingers around my wrist. She’s high on lust.
“Fallon,” I reply, placing my hands on her thighs to remove her legs from around me. “It’s late.”
She glances at the clock on the microwave behind me, undoubtedly thinking of a way to argue with me, but I’m already aware it’s past midnight. “I didn’t realize,” she mutters, refusing to look at me.
I brush my thumb across her swollen bottom lip, drawing her attention back to me. “I’ll see you in a few hours.” To ease the rejection she might feel, I kiss her gently. Softly. And I fight the urge to stay. “Thank you for the sandwich.”
That draws a small smile from her. “You’re welcome.”
I step away from her with some hesitation, retrieve my jacket from the barstool, and wait for her to slide off the counter and readjust her skirt so that she can walk me to the door.
“I could, um…” She gestures to my pants. “Help.”
I can’t help but laugh as I shrug my jacket on, nodding. “I have no doubt that you could, but the memory of you coming on my fingers will be enough when I jerk off tonight.”
She gnaws on the corner of her bottom lip to stifle a shy grin. “Great. I’m happy I could be of assistance.”
I playfully pull once on her braid. “Until tomorrow, little tragedy.”
Her nose wrinkles at the nickname, but she leans up and kisses the corner of my mouth. “Goodnight, Fitz.”
As she closes the door and leaves me standing in the hallway, I stare blankly ahead. She was happy to see me. At dinner with another man, Fallon was happy to see me.