Page 50 of The Hookup
He might not have wanted commitment, or long-term emotional baggage, but he wanted her now, even if in the depths of his brain, in the haziness and fog regarding his ideas about connecting to another person, the lines were already blurring. His cock twitched at the sight of her, and of what he wanted to do to her. And Xavier’s subtle interest in Kay reminded him he needed to ask her something. It also reminded him that he needed to cleanse Xavier out of her system, in case she might have been interested in him.
“Xavier mentioned he saw you,” he said, watching her reaction.
“I ran into him recently.”
“Yeah? What do you think of him?”
She frowned. “Why?”
“No reason. Just that he wondered why you hadn’t called him.”
She snorted in disbelief. “I’m never going to call that douchebag.”
“Why’s he expect you to?”
“I have no idea!” She folded her arms. “We… shared a moment.”
He angled his head. “A moment?”
“We got talking when he did those magic tricks on the island.”
He nodded, remembering. “And?”
“And we …” She struggled to phrase it. “We got talking, and made out.”
“Made out,” he said, nodding.
“Kissed.” She shrugged. “And then we got interrupted, and he forgot me after that.”
“That was all? Nothing else happened?”
She looked at him closely. “What did he say happened?”
“Nothing. He didn’t say anything happened.” But he was glad to hear her confirmation.
“If I didn’t know you any better, I’d think you were jealous.”
“Me? Jealous?” Right now he wanted to bury himself balls-deep inside her so that she knew that this arrangement was between them only. His need to possess her was greater now, than his desire to question her.
“The way you’re questioning me, yes.”
He walked towards her slowly. “I don’t expect you to see anyone else while we’re still seeing one another.”
“We’re seeing each other?” she exclaimed, her tone mocking.
“We’re notnotseeing one another.”
“What the hell does that mean?” she retorted. “Double negatives confuse me. Say what you mean.”
They had an agreement, even though nothing had been signed, or set in stone. It had been verbal, an agreement of sorts and neither one of them could back out without telling the other.
Seeing her, barefoot, in her smart work skirt and silk blouse, sent a signal straight to his manhood, and he wondered how long it would take before he could get her panties to fall around her feet. He wanted her, and he wanted her right now—and not for a pity-fuck, like last time. This was going to be a claim-me, territorial fuck.
He missed fucking her and he couldn’t wait any longer. Hooking his arm around her waist he tugged her closer to him, then slanted his mouth over hers and kissed her. She didn’t move at first, didn’t part her lips, nor reach for him with her arms, but slowly, as he worked his lips over hers, and his other hand moved to cup her neck, her defenses tumbled. Her mouth yielded to his, and she parted her lips, moaning as the kiss deepened. She had missed him, despite her stubbornness to admit it.
And, god, she felt good.
His heated body pressed against hers and he hardened, making her giggle as she moved her mouth away. Her hands moved down, stroking him over the fabric of his pants, rubbing him gently and making him shudder.
