Page 78 of Tomorrow Belongs to Us
This is so messed up. It's all backwards, how we started. There's a gleam in her eyes, mischief and pure want. My crotch hardens, and it’s obvious that she can feel it because the little minx presses against me, teasing, knowing, tempting.
Driving me insane.
She has the audacity to give me an innocent smile. Lifting up slightly, she whispers close to my ear. “Let's go.” Her breath is hot and sweet and dangerous. “I don't want to stay here. Take me home.”
“You sure?” I manage to croak out.
“Yes.”
I can do that. I'm relieved that we're leaving. Her work colleagues are okay, and the venue was nice enough and the event has been interesting. It's been a great evening and it’s been the most pleasurable favor I’ve had to do for anyone, but I’m also in trouble. I’m in lust with her. In love with her. I'm trying to erect a boulder between us, but our slow dance disintegrated it.
I need to drop her at home and get the hell away. I park outside her apartment and pray she slides out of the car fast, but she doesn’t move.
“Come up.” Her voice drops an octave. It’s soft and suggestive and it speaks directly to my dick. I stare ahead, knowing that it's my best chance to avoid getting sucked into her spell. I have to tread carefully here.
“That’s not a good idea.”
“Says who?” She gives a surprised laugh. “We've had a nice evening.”
“Let's keep it that way.”
“We don’t have to.”
“Stop it, Megan. I need to go home.”
She giggles and snakes an arm around my neck, and all the cells in my skin jump. “Stop what?”
My mouth dries up. Words abandon me.
“Do you think about it?” she asks, her fingers stroking the back of my neck. “About what it would be like to give in ...”
“To give in? To what?”
This seems to confuse her because her fingers still. I grab her wrist. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”
“You like it,” she maintains, a smile curving on her lips. “Tell me you don’t think about it.” She tries to free her wrist, but I don't let her. I need the contact, the warmth of her skin, the softness. I need her and right now I don’t want to let her go. It's like fate put us together and wants to see what we do with our second chance.
“I think about you all the time.” My voice is rough and croaky. “I think about you day and night. I’ve thought of you through the years and ever since we met again, I can't stop thinking about you.” It's a fucking stupid admission to make, given that she's only inches from me, but she's here and she wants me, and she’s doing it again. Teasing me and tempting me, and now my cock is ready to party.
Fuck.
“Then why don't you come upstairs and show me just how much you've missed me?” she purrs. She’ll be my undoing.
I make the mistake of looking at her. “Why do you talk like that?”
“Like what?”
I let go of her wrist. “Like you want sex and nothing more.” She’s twisted her body and is sitting more forward, leaning towards me. I catch the dangerous scent of her perfume and look away.
“We both want it. Don’t tell me you don’t want more?” She reaches for my cock again. Just her touch makes me jolt. She moves her hand away and I miss it instantly. She can be such a tease. “You want it,” she says softly. “We could go all the way …”
Every muscle in my body tightens.
“There’s no need to make such brazen moves.” I sound like a monk, and my words don’t agree with my body.
She giggles. “Brazen moves? You’re sounding ancient again.”
“You don't have to move so fast. You don't have to make yourself so readily available.”
