Page 29 of Conflagration
“It’s new…but wow. That was hot,” I murmur, causing him to chuckle again.
He leans up and presses a kiss to my lips. “Marinate,” he orders.
I nod in compliance. Hell, there won’t be anything else on my mind for the rest of the day, and I already know that no marinating is necessary. I’m primed and ready to go.
My finger comes down to his chest, trailing along the hard ridges of his muscles. “You know, you did say there was a lot for us to work up to. Since we don’t know how long I’ll be here, maybe we should start right away?” My voice is hopeful, and I’m about five seconds away from channeling The Temptations, because this girl sure as hell ain’t to proud to beg.
His hand slides around to my front and rests on my bare thigh, just below the bottom line of his boxers. I inhale sharply as his hand slides up my smooth skin, our eyes locked as he gets closer to my core. He doesn’t make me wait as his forefinger softly brushes over me, and his smile deepens.
“You really are ready, aren’t you, baby?”
I breathe out as his finger slides up and down, closing my eyes, enjoying his touch. “Mmmhmm,” is all I manage to get out.
“So wet,” he grumbles. “So fucking ready. All I’d have to do is pull my dick out and it’d slide right into you. You want that, baby?”
“God, yes,” I moan, and it’s almost like an out-of-body experience. Stitches be damned. I’m too far gone to care anymore. All I want is him. All of him. Inside me, right fucking now. My hand comes down the waistband of his basketball shorts, ready to feel him with my bare hand, but he takes hold of my wrist just before I graze his erection.
“Wait,” he says, and I shake my head. This is one order I don’t want to comply with.
“No, Branson. Don’t tease me. I want you,” I breathe as I try to pull my hand out of his grasp so I can touch him.
“Ari, stop,” he orders.
I open my eyes at the gruffness of his tone, finally registering that, while his finger is still touching me, it’s no longer moving. I have no idea what his problem is, but humiliation washes over me as I wonder if I was reading too much into things. Oh God. What if he doesn’t want me after all?
Yanking my wrist out of his hand, I go to move off him, but he takes hold of my waist and holds me still.
“Stop,” he says, but I keep wriggling. “Woman, stop it. Now.”
And I do. Looking down at him, I see amusement in his eyes, and I feel even more like an idiot.
“Sorry. I thought… I mean… God, I just threw myself at you,” I wail, covering my eyes with my hands. “I’m an idiot.”
His answering chuckle does little to appease me. His hands come up and he takes mine away from my face. “Look at me,” he says.
Even though I don’t want to, I know he’ll just make me anyway, so I lift my eyes to meet his. The desire is still there, and now, I’m more confused than ever.
He presses a fingertip to my closed lips. “Shh. And just wait for it.”
I’m puzzled, and I have no idea what he’s talking about…until I hear it.
The damn doorbell.
My eyes widen, and he gives me an apologetic smile.
“How long has that been ringing?” I ask.
“Since right before you tried to touch my dick. And it’s a good thing, too, because if it’d been two seconds later, I would’ve been too far gone from touching you and would’ve have been able to tune it out the way you did.”
“I thought you changed your mind about wanting me,” I admit, feeling foolish.
He takes hold of my hand and places it between us on his rock-hard cock. “Does that feel like I don’t want you?” he asks, and I bite my lip as I shake my head. “Exactly. And if I’m correct, the person at the door is my mom, and if I know her, she probably has the whole family with her. So why don’t you go answer the door so I can try to calm down and get rid of this thing?”
Oh Jesus.“Your mom? You want me to answer the door?!” He nods, and I shake my head. “Couldn’t I just stay here and help get rid of it?” I ask hopefully.
“Sorry, baby, but if one of us doesn’t answer that door in, I’d guess, the next sixty seconds, we’re going to find ourselves in an embarrassing situation, and, well, you’re the one with two good legs.”
I lean down and press a kiss to his lips before I hop off the bed. “You’re going to owe me for this, Branson Wellington,” I tell him.
