Page 11 of Buy Me, Love
Max chuckles next tome.
“Sounds nice,” he remarks. “After that movie, I think I’m going to have nightmares for aweek.”
“Ha,” I say. “You? You could take on any horror movie villain, any day of the week. And if you can’t take him on alone, I’ll helpyou.”
“You with a chainsaw,” he chuckles. “I’d like to seethat.”
With courage from some deep, untapped well inside me, I slide over to him and nestle myself against his chest, but that’s as far as I can make myself go. We’ve already cuddled up together, so without exploring any uncharted territory, I take this as a small victory. I let my eyelids flutter closed again and let out a long breath. Maxwell slips his fingers against my scalp and laces his fingers through my hair, letting the long strands fall against myshoulder.
I let out a long, involuntary purr as I nestle my face against his shirt, slipping one bent knee over his. I can almost press my middle up against his side. I think I might be able to do it and still claim plausible deniably should he ask me why the hell I’m wiggling up against him. I search out the friction, the contact, but my body isn’t giving it to me, no matter how much I want it. His hand dips into my hair again, and again he slips his fingers through. My long, golden locks move slowly in thedarkness.
“I’ve always liked having my hair played with,” I say up at him. He shifts his gaze to meet mine, and he pulls me up, my face closer to his, his hand on the small of my back. He holds me close to him and slides one of my legs across hislap.
“That feels better, doesn’t it?” he says, whispering against the line of myhair.
“Yes,” I breathe, “a lotbetter.”
“Kit,” he rasps, sliding his fingers against my scalp, “I can’t do this. Not tonight. Not rightnow.”
“Why not?” I whisper up tohim.
I feel his lips come down on my hairline in torture that isn’t quite a kiss, his fingers still playing through my hair. Every time his fingers come to the end, he alternates between tugging and just letting them slipaway.
That is, until he slides one hand down the curve of my bottom, gripping my skin, and tipping my chin up to brush his lips againstmine.
8
Maxwell
I’ve wantedto taste Kit for six months, and now that I have, she’s sweeter than I everimagined.
I lick my tongue against hers, making her lips open up for me softly as a purr rumbles through her chest. She shifts her hips as I take a fist-full of her ass in my hand, digging my fingers into her. I think I might bruise her if I’m not careful, but I don’t think I’m going to be able to stopmyself.
“You keep rubbing against me like that, you’re going to get something I didn’t think I’d be able to give you tonight, darling.” I take my tongue away from hers and whisper against her wet lips. She knots her fingers against my shirt and tries to pull me down to kiss her again, but I back off. “I know what you’re thinking, Kit, and I can’t give it to you. Notyet.”
“Do I look like the kind of girl who can have her thoughts read? The kind of girl to let her intentions be known?” She gazes up at me, slowly inching her fingers toward the waist of her pants. Her gaze lands on mine as she teases her fingers inside the band. Beneath her shirt her round breasts are tipped with tiny nipples stiffened into peaks. “Do I look like a girl who would let on so easily what she’s asking for? Do I look like a girl who’s done this before, Mr.Armstrong?”
My cock stiffens and a groan breaks inside my chest. Christ, if I put my hands on this girl, she’s going to have my cock stuffed up so deep inside her when I come it’s going to take a week for me to fully pull myself out ofher.
“Told you not to say that.” My country boy is showing. “Told you not to call me Mr.Armstrong.”
“Isn’t that you name?” Her voice lilts in the air and teases me as she slides away to stand next to the bed. Her delicate fingers slip down her belly to the edge of her pants, and she pushes them to the floor, revealing herself in just panties and her tank-top. I gut-check myself when a stray thought flitters through my mind like a speck ofdust.
Mine.
I run my tongue over my top lip. She’s going to taste good and she’s going to taste pink, and there’s nothing I can do now than let this happen if she pushes. Her black silk thong is right there for me to rip off her with my teeth if she lets me, and I know she has heaven hidden beneath it. There’s already a damp spot there, and it’sgrowing.
She whispers. “Mr.Armstrong.”
“Don’t like you calling me that, Kit. I told you. It makes me feel like I’m in charge of you orsomething.”
The excitement in her eyes is evident and it’s making me drown. God help me. I reach over to lace my hand through her hair and grab the base of her neck to guide her into my lap, slide her against me, and put my hands on the thick globes of herbottom.
“Now who doesn’t think her thoughts can be read?” I graze my hands up the sides of her thighs. A breath pools inside her chest and thenbreaks.
“If you think you can read my thoughts, tell me what I’m thinking rightnow.”
Can I tell her she’s one ass-wiggle away from me ripping these panties offher?
