Chapter Fifteen #2
“How was work?” My hands are palms up on my thighs, and the blood around my knee is drying.
He doesn’t look at me. “We got one of the guys you saw outside the club last week.”
Does that mean I’ll be going home soon?
Part of me is happy to get back to my normal life and my family, but part of me is sad to leave him.
“What about the other one?” I ask.
His eyes flick to mine and back down to the box. “Still looking.”
“Oh.”
Pulling a small rag from a drawer under the cabinet, he turns the hot water on and holds his hand under the stream, waiting for it to get warm.
“How was your day?” His attention is on the water stream and then the rag as he runs it under the hot water.”
“I made something for you.” I casually wave my hand in the easel’s direction.
His eyes snap to mine and then flick over to the eleven by fourteen canvas by the dining table. He sets the rag on the counter next to my leg and walks past me to get a closer look. “You painted that for me?”
“Don’t touch it, it’s still wet.”
He stands there for so long that I get antsy. Does he think I crossed a line? Is he angry? “It’s okay if you don’t like it, that technique isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. I’ll just post it on my website, and someone will buy it.”
“No.” he barks over his shoulder.
Needing something to do, I pick up the wet rag he sat on the counter next to me and start wiping the blood off my leg. Goosebumps erupt all over from the water turning cold on my skin, even though the rag is still warm.
He steps in front of me, his body rigid. I look up, and he’s looking at me like I’m a science experiment he’s trying to figure out. His gaze moves over my face, but he’s hiding any hint of what he’s thinking.
“What?”
He doesn’t answer, only steps closer and takes the rag from me and starts patting the area around the scrape to get the blood off. His broad shoulders hover over me as he focuses on my knee, gently cleaning it.
“Did I do something wrong? It’s just a painting.
It won’t hurt my feelings if you don’t like it.
If you want, I can say that I didn’t really paint it for you, if that uncrosses some invisible line that’s bothering you.
” I wave my hand in the air flippantly. My earlier idea to tease him has melted away, and now I’m wondering why he’s acting so strange.
His eyes meet mine and, holy shit, the intensity in his gaze could burn a hole right through me. My nipples peak again, but not from cold. His nose is just inches from mine, and I realize I’m holding my breath.
Setting the rag on the counter, he sets his closed fists on the cool tile on each side of my knees. Before he steps closer, his narrow hips between my knees. His eyes are holding mine captive, and his heat is caressing my chest and belly.
Fluttering in my center erupts into a full-body flush after he slides the knuckles of one hand across my cheek. “I want to kiss you so fucking bad right now.”
My eyes volley between his heat-filled eyes and I whisper, “So you do like it.” It’s not a question. My vagina starts to salivate as my core aches. It’s been a while since I’ve felt a man’s touch.
Setting his broad, warm palms over my knees, goosebumps pebble my skin, and he nods. “I like it.”
Sliding his hands up the front of my thighs, he pushes my hands out of the way. Big thumbs rest on my inner thighs just outside of my bikini line.
His eyes dip to my lips before meeting mine again. “Tell me to stop.”
Not even if saying it could send me back in time to stop me from walking around that corner.
Keeping my eyes locked on his, I whisper, “No.”
Strong fingers cup my jaw and part of my neck. My heart is racing, and I’m pretty sure I’m making a puddle on the counter.
The smoldering intensity in his eyes flares. “No one can know about this.” His breath is hot on my chin, his nose just inches from mine.
“I’m horrible with secrets, but I’m amazing with avoidance.” I breathe.
One side of his lips tips up just before they take mine. He is gentle, but demanding, his tongue slides across my lips before pushing through to glide across mine. God, I forgot how good he can kiss. I grip his massive biceps, and he tilts my head for better access.
His hand on my thigh is hot on my skin, and his thumb is just outside of my bikini line. My body is aching for him to push the little piece of material aside, and I breathe a moan into his mouth when he finally slips his thumb under that thin piece of elastic.
The buzzing of a phone sounds like the loudest buzz I’ve ever heard, and he stops kissing me but doesn’t move away. I open my eyes to see his open, and on me.
“Uh-uh.” I mumble against his lips.
He softly kisses my lips and pulls away.
Lifting my brows, I shake my head. “Don’t do it.”
His palm leaves my thigh, the cool air swoops across my skin, kissing away the heat. His eyes are still locked on mine as he pulls his phone out of his pocket. He finally breaks eye contact and looks down at the screen.
When his eyebrows pinch together, I know I’ve lost him. His palm on my jaw gently slides to my neck, resting on the skin where my neck meets my shoulders, but he doesn’t move away when he puts the phone to his ear, his eyes back on me.
“Abbot.”
He listens to someone through the line, not saying a thing, and never looking away from me.
“I’m on my way.” He slides the phone back in his pocket and then he grabs my hips, pulling me to the edge of the counter, pushing the massive bulge in his pants against me, pulling another soft moan from me.
“Now?” I whine and wrap my legs around his hips, squeezing myself onto him.
He nods and cups my head in his hands, his lips crash into mine, his tongue is wild against mine, his lips bruising. He pulls away but presses his forehead to mine.
“I don’t know when I’ll be back.”
With a deep sigh, I hold his eye contact for a moment before I shrug my shoulders and nudge him back with my fingertips so I can slide off the edge of the counter.
“Fine. Vibrator it is.” I stand on my tiptoes and whisper next to his ear.
“But I’ll think of you.” I plant a small kiss on the underside of his jaw before I walk away.
His strong arm circles my waist and pulls my back to his front, trapping me to him. “You want to come, baby?” His breath is hot across my cheek, his beard scratches my ear.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Pressing his lips against the skin under my ear as his hand slides down my stomach, goosebumps erupt all over my body.
Huh, he’s a lefty.
His fingers push under the edge of my bikini. “You look so fucking hot in this.” He growls in my ear as his finger slides into my slit, teasing my clit. “So goddamn beautiful.”
“Oh, fuck.” I breathe and cup my hand behind his neck so I don’t fall. His arm around my waist gets tighter. It’s not going to take me long to come at all.
“So fucking wet.” He growls, “If I had time, I would fuck you until you can’t stand.”
Holy shit!
Kissing his way down my neck to my shoulder, whiskers tickle my skin as his fingers expertly play with my clit.
My entire body is tingling. But when he slips two fingers inside me, I nearly come. “Yes, oh, fuck. Yes,” I moan.
His giant, hard cock is pressed against my back as his fingers leisurely pump into me, the heel of his palm pressing against my happy little button.
“Fuck, I can feel you squeezing my fingers. Come for me, babydoll.” He curls his fingers up inside of me, pressing over my g-spot and sucks the skin on my neck between his lips, nipping it between his teeth.
The pressure in my core implodes and then travels over my body as I lose the ability to stand on my own. “Yes, yes, yes.” I moan.
He doesn’t stop moving his fingers in me until the pulsing around them stops. “I’ll be coming in this pussy.” He growls in my ear.
Pulling his hand from my bikini, his voice is husky. “I’ll also be eating it.” He sucks his fingers into his mouth, then pulls them out and moves his hand in front of my mouth. “Open.”
Opening my mouth at his command, his fingers push onto my tongue, my lips closing around them.
Oh, God.
Slowly pulling his fingers from my mouth, he turns me around and cups my head again, kissing me long and hard. “Lock the door and set the alarm. I’m sending Swan back over.”
I look up at him through a euphoric haze. “Mm-hm.” I nod my head and sigh.
“Say it.” He orders.
Gripping his wrists, I look up at him through my eyelashes. “Yes, bossy, I will lock the door and set the alarm.”
His eyes move between mine as he stands there. “Fuck, you’re hard to leave.” He kisses me again and then walks away.