Page 43 of Gluttony

My love….

She sighed, leaning into him, her heart beating steadily as it settled to match his.

Why was she in his lap anyway? Last she remembered….

She blinked. She was currently across the room from the door, sitting sideways on Red’s lap, and he was sitting on a black leather couch along the far wall. She hadn’t noticed it when she first walked into because she’d been—understandably—mesmerized by Red’s computer set up. Now, though, she wondered at the purpose of the couch. Then she wondered how many women he’d fucked on it.

Suddenly, she wasn’t feeling all cuddly.

Stiffening, the twisted and planted her hands against his chest, pushing away. His arms remained right where they were, and his gaze was pinned on her.

There was concern there, but also frustration.

So what? She was frustrated, too!

“Let me up,” she demanded, her voice hoarse from all the sobbing.

He didn’t speak for a moment, before finally saying, “I don’t want to. You feel too good, like you belong right where you are.”

God, how she wanted that to be true, but she couldn’t stop thinking about him, the couch, club women, hair ties?—

You’re gonna drive yourself crazy if you only ever focus on his body count!

“Let me up, Red, I need some room to breathe.” This time, her voice was stronger, though it still hurt to speak.

He swallowed, his pronounced Adam’s apple bobbing. “I don’t know if I can; I know that if I give you the chance, you’ll run.”

She huffed, rolling her eyes, annoyed that he could read her so easily.

“And it doesn’t matter where you go, or how well you hide, I will track you down, and I will make you believe me.”

Again, she rolled her eyes. He was being so freaking dramatic. “Believe you about what?”

His gray-hazel eyes bored into hers, peeling away every layer of bravado she’d been able to scrounge up since she’d come back to her senses.

She sucked in a breath and held it.

“I want you to believe that I love you—” she sucked in another breath, her eyes widening in shock. Yeah, he’d said it. She wasn't hearing things before. “I want you to believe that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, that you make me so fucking hard—just with your voice—that I can’t even walk until I’ve jacked my cock for some relief.” She shuddered at that, the image blazing through her mind so fucking illicit, her panties were sticking to her suddenly slick pussy. Holy shit. She’d fantasied about sex with Red, but she’d never been this close to him before. And with the added data—his scent, his body heat, his hardness under her hands, his overwhelmingly intense and sensual presence—she had more than enough material to make her next fantasy downright illegal in Western civilization.

She shifted in his lap, her big ass wriggling—something hard and throbbing made itself known. She gasped, Red groaned, his hips thrusting upward as if by instinct.

Leaning down, he planted is face in the nook of her neck, and drew in a deep breath. She shuddered, her nipples tingling, her pussy growing wet. She bit back a groan of her own—fuck that felt so fucking good.

His hot breath drifted over her heated flesh as he growled, “Fuck, baby, if you don’t stop doing that, I’m going to prove to you, without a doubt, that I am so fucking turned on by you….” His body hardened as he moaned and brushed his lips along her tendon, and he thrust upward again, like he just couldn’t stop himself.

Lord, she wanted to melt into him, let him do exactly as he warned her he would?—

That sneering voice from deep in the belly of her insecurities snarled,How many women has he said the same thing to, right on this couch?

And then, she wasn’t so comfortable anymore.

She shoved, hard, nearly toppling off his lap and onto the floor in her haste to put space between them. Stumbling to her feet, she took two large steps back, her chest heaving with fortifying breaths.

Val was so flustered by her emotions, her physical response to him, that she couldn’t stop herself from blurting, “How many women have you said that to right there on that couch?”

He furrowed his brows, his gaze dropping to the black leather seat beside him. Then, his features hardened, his eyes, only a moment ago filled with heat and hunger, were now cold.

She almost stumbled backward from the chill in the air. She swallowed, never removing her eyes from him as she slowly got to his feet, every movement controlled, lithe, like a panther. Anangrypanther.

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