Page 64 of Tempting the President
Somehow, his question had my fingers curling against his chest.
It seemed enough of an answer for him because he was speaking again. “Did I force you?”
I shook my head vehemently.
“You don’t have to lie.”
I shook my head more firmly.
His body relaxed under me. “Good.” His voice dipped low again, something I knew by now meant I was in danger of—-
“Did I touch you?”
My cheeks flamed.
—-that.
I glared at him.Kellion!
He smirked. “I did, didn’t I?” He bent close, nibbling my lip. “You probably didn’t notice, but I always had to control myself when I was around you.” A soft chuckle escaped him at my doubtful look. “No joke. Everyfuckingtime.”
The innuendo had me wetting my lips.
Kellion groaned. “Don’t do that.” He bit my lip after.
I was tempted to groan back. If that was a punishment, I was half-inclined to wet my lips again.
“Don’t look at me like that either.” Another bite.
If he really meant that, then I could never look at him anymore.
Kellion was suddenly lifting me off his lap. When he placed me on the chair beside him, I tried not to be hurt.
“Don’t get me wrong, baby.”
I shivered at the endearment. It was the first time he had called me that, and it sounded...good.
“I want you more so than ever, but I don’t want to rush it. And right now, I’m too fucking close to taking you back to my room and making you mine.”
My eyes were wide by the time he was done talking.
“Do you want that?”
Slowly, I shook my head.
His smile was strained. “Thought so.” He started playing with my hair again, and I tried not to shiver every time his fingers unintentionally brushed against the sensitive skin of my nape.
His mouth was suddenly next to my ear, his voice husky as he asked, “Where else did I touch you?”
I shrugged, unable to meet his eyes.
His chuckle tickled my ears. “Tell me or I’ll start touching you until you give me a clue.”
Oh.
I quickly grabbed my phone. What I was about to say, I definitely didn’t want anyone to read.
I typed one word.Chest.
