Page 21 of Keeping Mr. Sweet

Glancing at the door between us she rubs her lips together and then licks them. She must be worried about Ru, but I doubt he’s listening.

“Okay,” she tosses her hair and stares me straight in the eye. “I’m sorry I masturbated in your bed. Although you did seem to enjoy it.”

I want to tell her that watching her did nothing for me. I wish I could tell her there was nothing enjoyable about what happened last night, even while I’m practically panting with the desire to tell her to climb on my desk and not make a peep while she makes it last longer this time. I’m already semi-erect over the idea.

What I really want is for her not to hide from me the way she does with everyone else. I shake my head and grip the edge of the desk to keep myself from touching her. “Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”

“What? How can you say that? I said I was sorry like you wanted me to.”

“Don’t tell me what you think I want to hear, Ash.” I walk over and stand right in front of her. We’re so close, the tension vibrates between us. “Only tell me if you mean it.”

“I do though. Why are you being ridiculous about this?”

“Ash,” I warn her. I’m tired and sore from sleeping on the couch. I’m horny as hell because of her antics. And I’m this close to telling her I need her to leave.

Whatever response she had disappears as she closes her mouth and rubs her lips together. The tip of her pink tongue flashes between them and then hides away, teasing me. Her tits rise and then fall as she swallows hard and puts her hand on my bicep. “That’s what you really want?”

“Yes.”

“If I do will you give me what I want?” she asks, her voice husky with need. “Will you touch me?”

“I’m not going to touch you,” I say. I want to though, especially when she squeezes her thighs together, and I can tell she’s aroused by the idea that I might actually put my hands on her if she just does what I ask. I want to drag her closer by the drawstring of my sweats and slide my hand down the front of them into her panties and find out how wet she is.

“Sam.” She steps in so close I can see the faint outline of the straps on her bra underneath the T-shirt she’s wearing, and the traces of eyeliner still there from last night even after she’s cleaned up. She stares at my chest for a long while, until I can barely stand it. She’s so close I can’t expel a breath without touching her. And then she lifts her gaze to mine and whispers, “I’ll apologize.”

“Good,” I murmur, drifting one knuckle along the waist of the sweats she’s wearing and making her moan before I catch myself. Her skin is hot silk to touch, and I lose the ability to stay distant. One touch. Not sex. Not exactly giving in to her. But I’ve tried, damn it. I’ve tried to tell her that we don’t have this connection anymore. Tried not to feel it. “Then tell me.”

“You asked me not to push your buttons. You told me not to play with myself just to get your attention.” She drops her gaze to my chest for several breaths, before she squares her shoulders and looks me in the eye. “You asked me not to let you down, and I did.”

“You did,” I agree.

“I don’t want to.” She brings her hand up between us, hovers so close to my chest before letting it fall back to her side. “I don’t want to screw up everything with you. Like I always do.”

I don’t want to travel the same road with her either. I grip her chin in my hand and touch my fingertips to her lips. “We’re going to do things different this time.”

“We are,” she agrees.

“Good.” I push my fingers against her lips until she opens for me.

Eyes closed, she moans softly as she flicks her tongue against the pads of my digits and sucks two of my fingers into her hot, wet mouth. My dick twitches and grows hard. I want her on her knees, her mouth doing to my cock what it’s doing to my fingers. But I can’t let her get too close. I can’t get lost in her. How will I pick up the pieces?

She grasps my wrist as she pulls her mouth away from my fingers with a little whine. “Please, Sam. Touch me.”

The urge to do just that fills my chest like some feral thing I have no control over. My fingers tangle in her long hair, and I drag her mouth to mine. “Just this once.” Lips to lips, my heart pounds and I pour every ounce of willpower into not kissing her while I put my hand between her thighs. “I’ll touch you. Just this once.”

Her knees buckle as I palm her through her clothes, and she rubs her covered pussy against my hand. “Sam,” she cries. “Please. This isn’t enough. I need more. I need you inside me.”

“I can’t do that.” I groan as she grinds into my hand, her hips rolling as she starts to pant. Can’t fuck us both senseless the way she wants.

“But I want...” She goes quiet, her eyes growing huge as her thighs tighten around my hand, and then she grips my biceps, jerking and shaking as she rocks through an orgasm. “Oh shit.”

When she’s done I pull my hand from between her legs and adjust the bulge in my pants that I’m now going to have to put up with for who the hell knows how long, until it deflates.

“I thought you and I were going to fuck,” she says, her gaze bouncing around the room and never quite landing on me.

“I said I would touch you,” I remind her. “Just this once. I never said I would fuck you again, Ash. If anything, I would have thought that was a given after the last time we parted ways. I’m not interested in throwing myself into the same fucking train wreck that you and I are.”

“Oh,” she says. Did it even occur to her that just because I haven’t turned her away, that doesn’t mean I’m willing to go through the pain she causes each time she’s gotten what she needs out of me and leaves? No matter how much I might miss her.

“Breakfast is served,” Ru yells from the other side of the door. “When you’re ready.”

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