Page 9 of Forbidden Ride
William swaggers back to the table. The firelight works magic on his face. The sight of him coming right at me, like he knows what he’s doing and he’s going to do it to me, takes my breath away.
I set my glass down and wait. Is he going to kiss me?
William swoops next to my cheek, so low that his fresh laundry scent goes straight to my ovaries. And I feel his body heat as he... reaches for my bowl. My heart sinks. So he wasn’t coming in for a kiss after all.
But then his eyes bore into mine with an intensity that tells me there is no way he’s married. If he is, he just cheated, because he definitely eye-fucked me.
In an instant, his expression is gone and my bowl is whisked away. Am I reading him correctly? I grip my wine glass, try to steady my shaking hand, and bring the liquid to my lips. And damn it, I gulp it.
I sure frigging do. In fact, if there was a horse tranquilizer around here, I’d seriously consider taking that. I can’t imagine what kind of pharmaceutical would be strong enough to calm my frayed nerves.
Chapter Four
Irinse her bowl andplace it in the dishwasher in an attempt to distract myself. I turn back and steal another glimpse, knowing now that any attempt to resist Jenny is probably futile. She’s so sweet and smart, and a great mother. It’s completely ridiculous to feel this way. She’s only been here for a few hours, but the more I learn, the crazier about her I get.
As soon as she stepped out of the bathroom smelling like a vanilla cupcake, her nipples waving, I’ve been ready to come in my pants.
As much as it shouldn’t happen. As much as our families would shit themselves over us getting together, deep down my gut is telling me Jenny West will be mine someday.
I’ll do everything I can to resist her for now, but Lord have mercy, I might need some help. If she makes the first move, I’ll probably buckle.
I see the way she trembles when I focus my attention on her. And I’d swear I heard her in the bathtub, with the water splashing, crying out my name.
I couldn’t stop thinking about her pouty lips slurping up my cock instead of that soup. And she craves a good fucking, needs my cock to fill her to the brim and pump her full of cum. I can feel it.
I approach the table. Her nipples are sticking out under my sweatshirt like little cherries. If her eyes drift down below my belt, she’ll see what’s waiting for her. My cock is pulsing so hard I can barely concentrate.
“You must be tired,” I say, mostly to convince myself there won’t be anything happening tonight except sleep.
I am.” Her emerald eyes glisten in the firelight as she pushes her wine glass to the side. “It’s been a really long day.”
“I’m glad you’re okay,” I say softly, enjoying the way her pillowy lips curve into a smile. “You’ll take the bed. I changed the sheets while you were taking your bath.”
“Nope.” She smirks, folding her arms. “I’ll take the couch. I don’t want to put you out.”
“Well, there’s only one bed, and unless you don’t want to get any sleep at all, I suggest you take it.”
