Page 68 of Run the Play
“You cooked.”
“But it will be faster with the two of us.”
“Nope. Go.” I stand, taking both of our plates and placing them in the dishwasher. When I turn around, she’s still sitting there. Her elbows on the island, her chin propped up in her hands.
“What are you doing?”
“You know, just enjoying the view.”
“Yeah?” Loving the fact that her eyes are on me, I reach behind my neck and peel off my T-shirt, tossing it at her. It hits her in the face, and she laughs, grabbing it and sniffing.
She. Sniffed. My. Shirt.
New kink unlocked. “You better stay over there,” I tell her.
“What? Why?” she asks, laughing, bringing my shirt back to her nose for another smell.
Reaching into my gym shorts, I adjust my cock, not hiding what she does to me. “Because I’m hard as fuck from that.” I point to her.
“I didn’t do anything but smell your shirt.” She giggles.
“My shirt, Roe. Mine. You smelled me, and I want to make you smell like me,” I tell her.
“Then what are you waiting for?” she asks.
I stand frozen, my cock harder than the granite counter that separates us. She stands and sniffs my shirt for a third time. However, this time, she makes a show of it. She closes her eyes and slowly inhales, before those baby blues blink open and land on me.
“Coming?” she asks, before turning and walking out of the room.
I glance at the counter that still has the remnants of our dinner spread out, and then back to her as she retreats to the living room. Fuck it. The mess can wait. My girl is more important. I take off running to catch up with her and lift her into my arms from behind. I carry her to the couch and plop down with her in my lap, her back to my chest.
Her head falls back to my shoulder, and I kiss her neck. “Now I got you,” I croon, my hand dipping beneath the waistband of her shorts and her panties. My fingers slide over her clit, and she gasps, wiggling on my lap. “Too much?” I ask, my lips next to her ear.
“More.”
“Like this?” I murmur as I explore her pussy. She’s wet for me, and I’m about to ask her if this is okay, but she widens her legs, making room for me. I don’t need to ask her. I’ve got my answer.
“Landry.”
“What’s up, beautiful?”
She huffs out a breath. “You’re teasing me.”
“Would I do that?” I ask, sliding one single digit inside her as I trail kisses down her neck.
“Please?”
“Tell me what you want, Roe. Whatever it is, I’ll give it to you.”
“You. I just want you.”
“You have me, baby. What else?” I ask, lazily pumping my finger inside her. She’s hot and wet. My cock throbs, desperate to replace my finger, but this is her show. She’ll tell me when she’s ready. She’s going to have to. I refuse to be someone else in her life who takes from her. I’ll give her everything. She just has to tell me what it is that she wants.
My finger strokes a little deeper, a little faster, and she squirms. Her hands find their way to my arms, and she holds on tightly. “It’s not enough,” she says.
“Say the words, Roe, and it’s yours.” My voice is husky even to my ears. I’m pretty damn sure I’ve never been this turned on in my entire life. “Anything, Rowan. I’ll give you anything, but I need to know you want it.”
“I want to be your dessert!” she calls out. Her hands move to cover her face, hiding her embarrassment, even though I can’t see her.
