Page 101 of Outlaw Heartstrings
ALBA
“You positive you don’t want anything? I’m sure there’s a few flavors of ice cream in the freezer,” Easton offers, a few minutes later when we’re sitting around in his living room.
“I’m still full of fried Oreos,” I say, my skin tingling when he scoots up beside me on the couch.
“You?! Too full for more dessert?” he teases as he leans back, spreading his powerful arms along the back of the couch.
I laugh. “There’s a first time for everything.”
His arm gradually slides across the cushion until it’s draped around my shoulder. Total high school move. I grin.
I look over and find him staring at me.“What?” I ask him.
He shakes his head, his eyes skimming up the length of my bare legs to the fringed hem of my too-short cut-off jeans.When he looks at me that way, there’s an instant tingle between my thighs.
It only intensifies when Easton gets even closer to me. “You’re beautiful. That’s what.”
He grasps my waist, pulling me to straddle his lap.
“Sweet talker,” I taunt him, shamelessly rocking my pelvis against his.
He harrumphs. “You’re one to talk. Youlooksweet. Yousmellsweet. Youtastesweet.” The tip of his nose glides up my neck until he captures my mouth in a searing kiss. “I’m drowning in your sweetness, Alba.”
“Oh, Easton…” I hear myself whimper before my lips passionately join his again.
I sort of wish he’d stop saying things like this. I wish he’d stop being so damn nice to me. Because, sure, we’re doing the sex wishlist thing. But I’m starting to realize that I’m not strong enough to keep from crossing the line we drew in the sand.
With each moment we spend together, I grow increasingly terrified that I might just fall head over heels for this man.
Easton grips my waist, holding me in place as he begins to slowly grind his steely erection against my most sensitive spot. The friction against my clit is intoxicating, making my brain foggy with lust.
Don’t fall in love with him, Alba, my withering brain cells chant like a dying chorus.Don’t fall in love. Don’t fall in love. Don’t fall in love.
Shit. I don’t stand a chance.
Easton takes a quiet moment to carefully examine my expression. “Do you want to stop? We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
I exhale deeply, allowing myself to come back into the moment. “I don’t want to stop,” I say finally. I convince myself that it’s perfectly all right for Easton and me to have a little adult fun.
He smiles at me with mischief. “Good. Because I have aspicy wish of my own tonight,” he mumbles, his eyes beaming eagerly at me.
My manicured brow rises. “You do?”
He’s nodding as his fingertips slip under the hem of my T-shirt.
I laugh softly. “You don’t get to make the wishes. You’re the genie,” I say, even as I feel my own body leaning toward his for another kiss.
He trails his lips up the side of my neck to my earlobe. “Well, I’m bending the rules tonight.”
My core starts to hum, keenly aware that, whatever Easton has in mind, it will involve orgasms. Delicious orgasms.
“Okay…” I say tentatively, already breathing harder. “What’s your wish?”
He nibbles and licks at my skin. Then, he holds his breath and says, “I want you to sleep in my bed tonight…”
I pull back. “Wh-what…?” My eyes immediately bounce toward the staircase leading up to the second floor. “What about Jagger?” I whisper, already feeling panicked.
If my nephew wakes up in the middle of the night and finds me in Easton’s bed, he’ll have questions, and the last thing I want to do is confuse him.
