Page 90 of Endless Anger
When she starts to get off the bed, my hand lashes out, locking around her wrist. I tug, wanting—no,needing—her closer. She resists, because of fucking course she does, so I move to her.
I lean in, curling a strand of her hair around one of my fingers. “Who said anything aboutother girls, pup?”
“Please.” She smacks my hand away, but I just grab her again, keeping her from slinking back. Frustration laces her brow. “I’m not stupid, you know. If Foxe is out there…sowing his oats or whatever, it stands to reason you’d be doing it too. Monkey see, monkey do.”
“And if I told you I’ve never touched another girl the way I wanted to touch you that night, among those ridiculous fucking flowers? Beneath the stars?” My grip on her tightens, and I inch forward so our breaths mingle. “That I’ve never eventhoughtof being with anyone else that way?”
Glassy blue eyes meet mine. “Then I’d say you’re a liar.”
“Not right now I’m not.” Exhaling a shaky breath, I try once more to pull her in my direction.
This time, she comes after only a little hesitance, spilling onto my lap like an overlooked drink. She gets caught on the bedspread, landing with her palms on either side of my hips.
Her face is so close. I could bridge the distance between us right this second, but I don’t. My nerves are shot, and even doing this much is taking all the energy I have.
How many times have I dreamed about this moment over the last few years?
“Asher…” Her voice is a warning, low and raspy still from sleep. She glances up at me through long lashes, carefully taking me in. Uncertainty lines her irises, and I fuckinghatethat she’s questioning my sincerity.
Hate that I made her feel like she needed to.
“Aren’t you curious?” I ask, trying to inject some playfulness into the situation before I bust in my damn pajama pants. I’ve got to get a grip, and she needs to be eased into the idea of something more with me.
I suspect she’s still not fully awake and letting her body do the thinking. When her hands fall to my shoulders, she uses them to adjust herself on my lap, planting her knees on the outsides of my thighs.
She blinks down at where her fingers meet my bare skin. I feel each flex against me, as if she’s battling the urge to pull away and end this.
I’m trembling beneath her, but she doesn’t move. Almost like she’s frozen in place, paralyzed by the sudden shift.
“Touch me,” I urge, though I keep my own hands on the bed. “We both know you want to.”
“I…” She blows out a shaky breath, licking her lips. “I don’t know how. Where do I…”
“Anywhere, pup. Explore to your heart’s content.”
Biting her bottom lip, she slowly slides down, gliding over my pecs. My nipples tighten as she approaches, goose bumps scattering along my body like tiny time bombs, threatening to detonate the longer her hands are on me.
The T-shirt she wears sits high on her waist, baring the entirety of her thighs to me. I trace them with my eyes, memorizing every inch and wishing I could seemore. But if I ask for that, it’ll spook her, and I’m not ready to end this little bubble we’re in.
Hooking her pinkie around my nipple, she gives a gentle squeeze, and I force a heavy swallow. She shifts again, bringing her fabric-covered pussy right on top of my dick; I grit my teeth, and her eyes flicker to mine, a silent question pulsing in their depths.
“Is that…”
My jaw works from side to side, and I glance past her, white-hot embarrassment coating my insides. I don’t fucking know why, considering this is the girl who’s seen me in far more humiliating situations, except that there’s an extra layer to this one. A complication if things don’t pan out correctly.
Lucy runs her tongue over her teeth, and her hands come up, her fingers stroking my jaw. Slowly. She cups under my chin, pushing my head so I’m forced to meet her gaze.
“Just from me touching you like this?” she asks, and I note the furious blush staining her cheeks, her nose, crawling across her neck. Like she feels every bit of what I do.
I nod. Just once. Just a small confession.
She moves, lifting her hips a fraction of an inch, before bearing down harder on my lap. The pressure against my swollen cock makes me see stars, and I’machingto grab her and create even more friction.
I taste my heartbeat in my throat when she repeats the motion, grinding on my erection like a wanton wet dream.
“Luce…” I warn. She doesn’t know what she’s doing—right?
Lifting a shaky hand, she pushes it beneath her T-shirt, cupping her own breast as she continues sashaying her hips, riding me like she’s been doing it for years.
