68. Chapter 68
Chapter 68
Paige looked at him expectantly.
David gently tugged on the hand he was holding, until she got out of her chair. Then he maneuvered her until she was straddling him, putting his palms on her ass so he could situate her right over his groin. She waited for any awkwardness to hit, especially since they were on a chair in a brightly lit kitchen, but it never did.
“What now?” she asked, when she was comfortably settled, pretty much on his cock.
“Whatever you want.”
“Really?”
His expression turned into one of Bring it on, so Paige moved in until her mouth was a few inches away from his. He was clearly expecting her to kiss him, but instead she reached behind to his man-bun and released his hair. Then, taking her time, she worked her fingers through the soft and slightly tangled strands until they hung around his face in casual disarray.
Paige made a sound of approval and gripped the sides of his face with her hands, holding him in place. He watched her intently, his hazel eyes burning hot, his skin starting to flush as he waited for her to do something. Her lips curved in a pleased smile right before she closed the two-inch gap between them and locked her mouth onto his.
A low moan escaped him, prompting an answering one of her own as tingles erupted across her skin. She sank into him, slanting her lips over his before teasing his mouth open with her tongue; the moment she gained entry, he was there to meet her and the kiss exploded.
They ground their mouths together with a mutual need to devour the other that overrode any need for tenderness, while their tongues dueled for supremacy. Paige had never experienced a kiss like this, one that took her to the edge of having bruised lips and a jaw that ached—and she loved every second of it.
She was so caught up in the sensual assault of his mouth on hers that she only became aware he’d unbuttoned her vest and was working on her shirt when he broke away to mutter, “For fuck’s sake.”
“What?”
“You have way too many buttons.”
Paige blinked a few times before looking down to where her shirt was hanging half-open. “When I got dressed this morning, I wasn’t aware any of this was going to be happening tonight.”
He caught her eye and then held her gaze as he ‘blindly’ took care of the rest of the buttons, obviously on the lookout for any sign that she might want him to stop.
She didn’t.
As soon as he was finished, he pushed both the shirt and vest off her shoulders and partially down her arms, revealing a very pretty, sky-blue lace bra. He took about five seconds to appreciate its fine craftsmanship, especially the convenient hook in the front, which he quickly popped open. Then, impatiently, he pushed the expensive piece of lingerie aside to join the shirt and vest, baring her to his hungry gaze.
The bra was nice and all, but her breasts made it look good, not the other way around.
They were just as David remembered: still the perfect size, still high and firm, tipped with dark pink areolae and generously sized nipples, which had hardened into stiff peaks. Almost reverently, he reached up and filled his hands with flesh he hadn’t touched in more than five years. Then—because what the fuck was he waiting for—he dipped his head and latched onto the nearest nipple.
The softness of his lips as he sucked on the hard bud with rhythmic, insistent tugs, combined with velvety licks of his tongue pulled a sigh of pure pleasure from her. A moment later, her sigh turned into a full-throated groan when she felt him blow on her damp nipple, then rub it lightly with his chin.
His beard was complete and utter magic.
“Magic, huh?” he asked.
She must have said that part out loud and his massive smirk had her denying it. “No. That’s not what I said.”
“Actually, that is what you said … and I heard it with my own ears.” His smirk grew as he added with a dark chuckle, “Wait until you feel it between your legs.”
Her lips parted as the appealing image took up residence in her brain, but it was quickly wiped from her mind when the unwelcome vision of Ashley with David between her—
Ignore the elephant!
Paige swallowed hard, not expecting to have to ignore the elephant quite so soon (and the elephant being on the receiving end of oral, no less) and she was grateful for the re-direct of her unpleasant thoughts when David latched on to her other nipple—with his teeth.
Tingles? What the fuck were tingles?
The electrical current that raced from her nipple, down through her clit to curl her motherfreaking toes was about as far removed from tingles as a nuclear bomb was to a firecracker. It wrenched a groan from her that came close to shaking the pendant lights hanging over the kitchen island.
This was so much better than her dream. Especially since it wasn’t a dream.
He was making her aware of her nipples in a way she’d never been before. She was shocked at how sensitive and responsive they were, since they hadn’t previously seemed to be, and none of her recovery efforts had been focused there. It was startling, to say the least, and it made her wonder if this was how cavemen felt when they discovered fire for the first time.
At her unexpected (and extremely loud) response, David was pretty sure his cock had never been harder in his life, but that was before he glanced up at Paige and saw that her head was tilted back a little, her eyes closed in obvious pleasure.
He bit her again.
This time, her groan was softer and drawn-out, and as it faded away, it was replaced with … music?
“What. In the fuck. Is that?” he demanded.
At David’s deep growl, Paige’s eyes fluttered open. “What the fuck is what?” she asked, sounding utterly disoriented.
“That music.”
“What music?”
“Don’t you hear it? It sounds like … the Beastie Boys.”
Slowly, as she regained her senses, she became aware of the song “Sabotage” playing faintly in the background and she let loose a sigh of disappointment; she wasn’t ready for the night to be over. “Shit. That’s … it’s the alarm on my phone.”
“You set an alarm?”
She nodded regretfully as the real world intruded—a world in which she had a shitty job with shitty hours. “I have to get up early tomorrow for a breakfast function—”
“Again?” He sounded incredulous and horrified at the same time.
“Yeah, they seem to travel in pairs.”
“That’s really unfortunate.”
Paige totally agreed with him. “Anyway, I needed to make sure I didn’t stay too long tonight,” she explained, then made a face. “I’m sorry. God, that sounded terrible.”
“Not at all. My feelings are barely even hurt.”
“Gah.”
“I’m kidding.” David half-laughed, even though his poor balls were screaming in agony. “You have a curfew. I understand.”
She released a disappointed sigh. “I really don’t want to leave.”
“And I don’t want you to leave. Things were just getting good.”
“Yes, they were,” she agreed softly, unable to stop the smile from spreading across her face. Her lips felt swollen and her nipples felt like—
Eyes widening, Paige realized that her boobs were still out in the open. They were mere inches from David’s face and she’d been engaging in a conversation without even noticing.
Huh. That was interesting.
He pulled her in for a quick kiss, after which he reluctantly moved her off his cock enough to get some relief. Then he adjusted her bra in the front, taking great pains to make sure each breast was completely situated in its respective cup, before hooking it closed. After that, David buttoned her shirt, followed by her vest, grumbling again at the time-intensive chore. Finally, to Paige’s immense amusement, he made a point of smoothing out the front of her vest, as if eliminating stubborn wrinkles.
“Now you’re presentable,” he said.
“Thank you. It’s important to be presentable when walking to one’s car in the dark.”
“You’re welcome.”
She gave him a soft kiss, then as gracefully as she could, climbed off him, and on shockingly unsteady legs followed him out of the kitchen and to his door. David waited while she turned the alarm off on her phone before helping her into her blazer like a gentleman. Then, holding her hand, he walked Paige down the stairs and around to the front where she was parked on the street.
“When you come over in the future, I want you to park in the back,” he told her.
“Okay.”
In what was becoming his signature move—and a personal favorite of hers—he enfolded her in a deep hug. “I had a good time tonight.”
“So did I.”
Then, pressing his lips to her cheek in a gentle, goodnight kiss, he said softly, “Drive safely.”
“I will.”
“I mean it. Make sure you focus on the road and not on how scorchingly hot the last fifteen minutes have been.”
“I will,” she repeated, this time sounding like a petulant teenager. She had every intention of driving safely because getting in a car accident before she could get home and rub one out would not be cool—
Shit.
Paige turned a little and gave him a sweet smile. “David?”
“What?”
“I was wondering if maybe I could—”
“No.”
“No? You don’t even know what I was going to ask.”
“Yes, I do. You were going to ask if you could go home and give one of your vibrators a workout, and the answer is no.” His tone was stern, leaving zero room for argument. “No self-love.”
The words were painful to say and had to be forced out, because half of his blood supply was still down south, but relaxing his rule less than thirty minutes after putting it in place would be setting a very bad precedent.
Paige muttered something under her breath as she disentangled herself from him and unlocked her car. He couldn’t specifically make out what she said, but the sentiment seemed pretty clear by the disgruntled expression on her beautiful face.
She wasn’t a happy camper.
“Good night.” He said the words pleasantly, almost teasingly, because even though he felt her pain, it amused him to know how badly she wanted to go home and spend a little quality time with a vibrator.
“Good night,” Paige returned, her tone the opposite of pleasant, and after she got in her car and pulled the door shut, she gave him a salty look for good measure.
Undaunted, David stood on the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets, watching her pull out into the light traffic. As she drove away and slowly disappeared from view, he took in a deep breath and released it, letting his mind drift back over the events of the evening. And even though they brought a wide smile to his face (as well as new life to his cock) his heart was also beating heavily in his chest at what had been set in motion.
He was now officially playing the long game.
Thank you for reading The Moment You Know, Book One of the Moments Duet.