Paige #4
“I’ve never seen it.” I’m so relieved he doesn’t think I think he’s dull for being a workaholic.
He pulls back and gives me a look of shock. “It’s a classic Kubrick film based on the Stephen King novel. Jack Nicholson and Shelley Duval? It’s a great horror movie. We can watch it after dinner if you want.”
I clap my hands and point at him. “That’s something you can claim as a hobby; you’re a movie buff!
There is no way you aren’t by how you just went on about that movie,” I tease.
“I’m intrigued. We can watch it, but I will warn you now, I am the biggest scaredy cat and don’t usually watch horror movies because I’ll probably freak out and scream. ”
“I’ll hold you if you get scared.”
“Deal.”
We finish dinner in record time and do the dishes together.
He picks me up and sits me on the counter to dry again tonight.
It’s a quick process as I already cleaned up after my cooking mess so it’s just our plates and the serving dishes.
As I’m about to hop down from the counter, he stops me with a hand on my thigh.
“Come here, princess, I’ll give you a ride to the couch.” He turns his back to me and hitches my legs around his hips, intent on giving me a piggyback ride.
I laugh and wrap my arms around his shoulders to pull myself close to his broad back. “Such service. Who knew I’d get a prince and a steed in the same pretty package.”
He scoffs. “I’m the guy who would beat up the prince for being a little pussy. I’d rather get my hands dirty on the battlefield. I’m not afraid to do the hard things, whatever they may be.” His hands are bands of steel on my thighs, and I believe him.
“A morally gray knight, then. That works for me, since I’m no princess.”
“You’ll always be my princess.” He squeezes my thighs and I smile against his back as we bump down the hallway.
He deposits me on the soft leather sofa in the den, grabbing one of the soft throw blankets from the back and dragging it over my legs.
“You sit tight. I’m going to change out of this suit so we can cuddle.”
“Promise?” I call, smiling in pleasure at the thought, and watch his retreating figure. He’s dreamy.
I’m searching through the movie channels looking for The Shining when he returns and the remote falls from my hand when I get a look at him.
He’s wearing gray sweats that show off his powerful legs and a black t-shirt that stretches across his chest. I can’t help noticing the bulge in his crotch on display as he walks despite likely not being aroused in the slightest. He’s big even when he’s not hard.
The blood rushes into my face and my whole body grows hot.
Hayes in athleisure wear is a whole different level of sexy.
And far more comfortable for him than a suit, I'm sure.
He settles next to me, his back pressed into the corner of the couch.
He shakes his head like he doesn’t like the spot, throws the blanket off my legs, and scoops me up just to deposit me in his lap as he stretches his legs into my vacated spot.
Then he drapes the blanket over the both of us.
He shifts my hips around until I’m snuggled between his legs, my behind backed up tight to the crotch I was just ogling, letting out an exaggerated sigh.
I can’t fight the smile that's plastered to my face during this whole precious ordeal.
“That’s better.” He pulls my back flush against his chest and wraps his arms around my middle. I feel him press his face into my hair and inhale. “Now we’re ready to watch a movie.” His words are exhaled right above my ear, and I shiver.
I do, in fact, scream during the movie. It freaks me out enough to turn my back to the screen and bury my face in Hayes’s chest, my arms wrapped around his middle and my legs straddling one of his thighs.
His big hands keep up a steady caress along my back until the music on the screen lets me know the scary part has passed and I’m able to pull my face away again.
When I look up at him, ready to apologize, I catch his intense stare and watch as he lets his bottom lip roll out between his teeth.
His lip is slightly wet, and I want to taste it with a fierceness that has me feeling hot all over.
I raise myself up to straddle his hips and catch his lip in my teeth this time, feeling him groan at the contact.
My hands snake behind his neck, sliding into his hair and pulling his head forward so I can kiss him.
His hands settle on my hips, clenching as I tentatively delve my tongue into his mouth and find his waiting, expectant and eager, to meet mine.
I forget all about the movie as I take my time learning every detail of his lips, how our tongues can clash or move together, and the drugging taste of him that has my hips moving over his, feeling him grow harder in response.
I don’t know how the movie ends, or if Jack ends up being a dull boy after all, but I do know what it feels like to come apart in his lap, my moans swallowed whole by his mouth.