Chapter 5 #2
“Then invite me in so we can get to know each other better,” I say, taking a step forward and eating up the space between us so that we’re toe-to-toe once more. “I can’t stay away, Edie. I’ve tried. I want to—”
“Fuck me?” she asks, putting more space between us once again.
“Yes, I want to fuck you. You’re beautiful, you’re sexy, and your take no shit attitude turns me on. But I meant it when I said I want to get to know you better. I like you, and I rarely like anyone.”
“Regardless, you’re not coming in,” she says, moving to take another step away from me.
I can’t fucking bear it. So I reach for her, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her against my chest. “Don’t do that. Don’t throw up your walls because you’ve been hurt before.”
“You’ve got this all wrong,” she replies, her palms pressing against my chest as she puts some space between us, when all I want to do is invade hers.
“What have I got wrong?”
“I’m not throwing up my walls to protect myself because I’m some broken woman. Well, I might’ve been up until very recently,” she admits with a shrug, “But I’m done being her.”
“Then what’s happening here? I know you want me. So why not invite me in?”
“Again with the presumption,” she replies, but there’s laughter in her eyes this time before she adds, “I can’t let you in.”
I’m about to throw caution to the wind and kiss her in the hopes she’ll relent when a sweet voice interrupts.
“Auntie Edie, are you okay?”
“Shit,” she mumbles, turning her back to me. A move no one would do if they knew me better.
“Nina, sweetheart, go back into the sitting room. I won’t be long,” she says, flicking me a look over her shoulder.
“Who’s that?” Nina asks, as she completely ignores Edie and approaches us both.
Edie steps inside her home and hugs Nina into her side. She can’t be more than five or six, but looks at me with the same no nonsense glare Edie has thrown at me more than once.
“I’m Dorian Crow, and I’m guessing you’re Edie’s niece?” I say.
“Well, duh,” she retorts, lifting her chin defiantly as her dark curls bounce around her face.
“Nina, don’t be rude. Dorian is a…” she pauses, trying to find the right words.
“Friend?” I offer.
“Friends don’t argue,” Nina says, folding her arms across her chest and glaring at me. “And you were arguing.”
Edie smothers a smile, flicking me a look that tells me not to say another word. “Dorian was just leaving, and I need you to go back inside, okay? Your mum will murder me if she finds out I’ve let you stay up this late.”
“You’re not going to tell, are you?” Nina asks me, daring me to defy her. I wonder if Edie knows how much this kid is like her.
“Your secret’s safe with me,” I reply, dipping my head in acknowledgement.
“Okay then. But don’t be long,” she says. “I’ve nearly eaten all the popcorn.”
Edie laughs and watches Nina disappear back inside her home.
“Satisfied I’m not entertaining another man?” she asks as she leans against the door frame.
“Suitably chastised by a small child,” I acknowledge.
“She knows her own mind, that’s for sure. I love her dearly, and so you can understand, I’m not willing to invite a stranger into my home whilst I’m looking after her.”
“I’m not a stranger,” I protest.
“Just because we’ve shared an orgasm doesn’t mean we’re not strangers. I know nothing about you. I’m not sure it's wise if I did, no matter how good you are at that wrist kissing thing you just did.”
“You liked that then?”
She licks her lips and cants her head, as though trying to decide what to say next. A moment later she reaches up and dusts her fingertips over my mouth before whispering, “Do you want me to tell you how wet I am? Is that it, Dorian?”
I smile, and she uses the opportunity to slide two fingers into my mouth. My lips clamp around her fingers and I swirl my tongue around them, tasting her, loving how she steps closer, as though she can’t fight the pull between us either.
“Because I am. I’m wet and needy, and frustrated that it’s taken you two weeks to finally give in. You made me wait,” she admonishes, slowly removing her fingers from my mouth before capturing my bottom lip between her finger and thumb.
I groan, my cock immediately responding to her display of dominance as she tugs me towards her by my bottom fucking lip.
I don’t hesitate; I wrap my arm around her waist and take a step to the side of her front door, pushing her up against the wall and out of sight of innocent eyes. She releases my lip and bites hers.
“Need I remind you that you were the one who ended our conversation so abruptly,” I say, pressing my forearm beside her head and crowding her against the wall.
“Because you came before you were supposed to.”
“And you said if I did that, I’d never see you again.”
“So you sulked?” she asks, smiling a little as her fingers reach for my suit jacket and she undoes the buttons.
“I don’t sulk, I stew.”
“Very macho,” she says, reaching for the top button of my shirt now.
“Are you undressing me in public?” I ask.
“I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t imagining it,” she mumbles, her fingers parting my shirt as her gaze falls to my chest, finding the chain hanging there.
“You weren’t imagining it,” I mutter, my voice catching as she gently tugs on it. “Fuck.”
“That really is pleasurable?”
“You’ve no idea how much,” I admit.
She smiles in that sexy way of hers as she reaches between us and palms my cock. “Oh, I might have a good idea.”
“You’re killing me here,” I say, grinding into her palm.
“I’d rather you didn’t die on me,” she says, before pressing a kiss against my chest.
“That’s impossible…” My voice trails off as she slides her lips across my pec and closes her mouth over my nipple, her teeth tugging on the piercing. “Damn it, Edie. I take it back. If you keep doing that, I might die if you don’t let me fuck you right here and now against your wall.”
She giggles against my chest, her palm rubbing my cock over my trousers as she sucks on my nipple.
“Aunt Edie, where are you?” Nina calls out, and just like that, Edie lets me go and ducks beneath my arm, leaving me rock hard and breathless.
“I’m coming,” she calls back, her hand pressed against her door frame as she looks over at me, smile wide, eyes full of mischief.
“I was about to,” I say, adjusting my cock and groaning at how fucking sensitive it is. “I might still.”
“No,” Edie snaps.
“You use that word far too much for my liking,” I respond, doing up my shirt buttons before blowing out a breath.
She shrugs. “I like the idea of you desperate to come but not being able to, so bite me.”
“Believe me, I want to,” I retort, reaching for her and tugging her back into my arms.
Before she has time to deny me or push me away again, I slam my mouth against hers and kiss her like a desperate man. Because that’s exactly what I am at this moment.
Desperate.
Needy.
Fucking weak for this woman.
My tongue invades her mouth, and I take. I swallow her moans, her whimpers, and I fuck her mouth with my tongue, making sure she knows that whilst I may have allowed her to exert some control over me, I am still the dominant one here.
Reaching between us, I palm her breast, feeling the weight of it in my hand. Then I pinch her nipple, twisting it lightly just to see how she reacts.
“Dorian,” she moans, her body melting into mine as I tease her nipple, pulling and twisting, alternating between being gentle and a little rough.
Then I step back, chest heaving, and say, “If I can’t come, then neither can you. If I find out you’ve used your fingers, or anything else, to help you orgasm, there’ll be consequences. Tomorrow night I’m taking you out. Be ready at eight.”
Before she’s even able to respond, I turn on my heel and stride towards my car, hoping she defies me so I can punish her for it.