Chapter 5 #2
He still talked to me, and the playful banter distracted me until we got back to Cadell’s Field.
I looked at the house nervously as we approached.
It was late. I was tired but also wound tight.
It’d been a long time since I’d had sex even longer for good sex.
Now, I felt desperate for physical connection, specifically the kind that resulted in mind-blowing orgasms. I didn’t know whether Hardison was capable, but I had to admit that I was curious.
Inside, Hardison walked me to my bedroom door, where he lingered.
I hoped he didn’t expect me to let him inside.
As much as I wanted him, I needed to do some thinking away from him.
It was difficult to make a sound decision with him being so close.
I felt like I needed to say no, but everything in me was saying yes.
“Hardison, I—”
He cut off my words by pressing his lips to mine, drawing out a feverish moan. Before I could object to it, his tongue entered my mouth. It teased the roof of it, caressed my own, and then he sucked my lips into his mouth. If this were a fraction of what his mouth was capable of…
He backed me firmly into the closed door, pressing his body against mine, and controlled this wild and hungry kiss of his. It wasn’t until he stepped back that I realized I’d been gripping his shirt in my fists and trying to climb him like a tree.
His eyes flamed with need, and he was firing it my way. Against the door, I was a cat in need, ready to strike. I stepped in his direction, and he held up a finger that made me halt.
“Go to bed, Queen. If you know what’s best for you, you’ll go in that room and lock the fucking door.
Because I could feel your heat through your pants.
You’re primed, and so am I. It’s not safe at all for you to come over here.
Unless you want me to keep that promise I made to you before, then by all means, get over here. ”
Ruin me. I didn’t know whether I was ready for that part. I didn’t know if Hardison deserved all of me. It’d only been two days: yesterday and today.
I put my hand behind me and tried to open the door to my room before rationality lost its way.
When I felt the cool air from inside, I took another look at Hardison.
If we could keep this casual, I’d do him in a minute.
It wasn’t. We both knew there was no way that a one-night stand could kill this pull toward one another.
He leaned against the couch with his ankles crossed. “You’re a beautiful woman, Emberlynn.”
“Thank you.” I leaned against the door frame debating how far to push him.
“When I get to touch you, promise me you’ll let me take my time.”
Words. He needed to shut up. I loved a man who could get me all riled up without laying a finger on me. Nodding, I tossed my clutch and jacket on the bed. Then I turned in his direction.
“What makes you think that you’ll ever get that chance?” I asked while trying to play things cool, like I wasn’t heavily aroused.
“Do me a favor?”
“Yes?” I raised my eyebrow, wondering what he wanted.
“Touch yourself.” He nodded toward my groin.
“Why?” I swayed my hips away from the frame and back, drawn to comply with his request, and I fought the need.
“Because I told you to.”
Nervously licking my lips, I unfastened my jeans and slid my hand inside my panties.
“Soaked, right?”
My lips–labia ones–were slick with need. Parting them, I gasped at how hot and wet I was. I grazed my clit, and tingles shot through me so intensely that I moaned in relief.
More, I needed more.
In forgetting the goal here, I was lost in sensations. I tried to find relief. Knowing exactly what to do, I applied pressure to my clit as I moved my finger up and down the sensitive bud.
“Good girl,” Hardison encouraged me. “Now answer my question.”
“It is soaked.”
“And do you know why?” It was his turn to lick his lips.
“No, why…” I moaned, needing him to be quiet. He wasn’t helping.
“Because you want me to touch you.”
My need for more grew. I opened my eyes to see him still sitting in the same spot. Why wasn’t he over here already?
“You know I’ll make you crave me.”
“I know nothing…” At least right now, I didn’t.
“Remove your hand, Emberlynn. Stop touching yourself.”
I swore he was being an asshole on purpose. I took my hand away and sighed in response.
“Lick them.”
I did while keeping eye contact with him—one finger at a time and then both.
“What’s it taste like?”
“Me. Sweet and a tad spicy.”
He chuckled. “Go to bed, Emberlynn.”
I took off my boots, one by one, and slid my pants and panties off. He stood up and approached me. When he was close enough, I threw my panties in his face and backed into my room, knowing he wouldn’t enter.
Smelling them, he smirked before putting them into his back pocket.
“Hey! Gimme those back!”
“Not a chance in hell. Your scent just confirmed what I already knew.”
“What’s that?” I breathed, liking him closer. The intensity stretching between us was now dialed up and buzzed in my ears.
“That when I get you under me, the first thing that I’m going to do is put you in my mouth.
Smelling that delicious, there’s no way that you won’t taste like the best-kept secret.
And nobody else will ever know it. If you’re even half as good as I think you’ll be, you’ll become my favorite flavor.
The one I crave constantly. The best part about that is that you’ll want me just as bad.
” Then he turned and went into the living room as if nothing had happened.
I kicked the door closed, only to hear him laughing from somewhere on the other side.
“Dick,” I mumbled. Fuck! I wanted him badly, and I couldn’t lie to him or to myself anymore. I could go to him and let him bring everything that he’d just mentioned to fruition. However, I knew there would be no going back from that kind of succumbing.
Instead, I went to shower to calm my nerves.
The cold water wasn’t enough. I masturbated twice while in there to take the edge off.
It wasn’t what I wanted, but it would have to do since the other option wasn’t safe.
Not when I knew once would never be enough.
There were two types of men who talked shit.
One that was so cocky that it was false–a bravado that they wore because they were used to rejection or easy women.
But then there were those who couldn’t help but speak their truth.
Demons with good dicks who knew how to slang it.
Ones who knew their shit was addictive and dared you to come play with them.
Once that happened, you’d be under a spell so intense that there was no way of breaking free.
That darkness–arrogance–primal behavior, was in Hardison’s eyes.
He was not to be messed with if you weren’t ready to become his.
Whatever that meant. Though my body was down for that, I knew mentally I wasn’t prepared.
Not even in the slightest.
I was tempted, though. Crazy enough to think that I could sample him and move on.
However, reality was ticking in the back of my mind.
It reminded me we’d agreed to take things slow the next time that I dated.
That giving in prematurely could damage not only the possibility of whatever the future held but also my own boundaries. I could do this. I had to.
I need to.
After I was done, I needed to call Tia for backup.
I’d deviated from the plan completely and needed to regroup, especially since I couldn’t think of a single reason to turn away from Hardison.
I couldn’t even remember the reasons I was supposed to.
That meant that I was in trouble, and this was only day two of a two-week trip.
Somebody help me.