Page 30 of With a Broken Wing
“Tell me what you’re doing, sweetheart.” His voice sounded strained, decorated with heavy breaths.
“I’m touching myself, but I’m imagining it’s you.” I pinched my clit between my fingers, letting out a mix of a gasp and a moan.
“What are you imagining?”
“I’m thinking about your mouth on me, and I’m imagining it’s your fingers inside me.”
The sound of his voice was almost feral, and when he talked, I got closer to the orgasm I was chasing. “Believe me, sunshine, when I get my hands on you, it’ll be more than you imagined.” He hissed on the other end of the phone. I listened to his breathing grow heavier and speed up. “Fuck, Andy, I’m close.”
“Please,” I whimpered, swirling my fingers in quick circles around my clit.
“You’re going to come first, and when you do, you’re going to think about the taste of me on your lips. Aren’t you?”
I reached my peak, increasing my speed. “Yes. It wasso good. Oh shit,Demetri.”
My legs shook, and I almost dropped the phone in my hand as my orgasm rocked through me. His breath hitched, and with a curse, I could tell he was there too. As we came down, we sat on the phone in silence, listening to the sound of our breathing.
“My name on your lips sounds so good when you come, you know that? The absolute end of me.” He paused. “Good night, sunshine.”
Without waiting for a response, the line went dead, and I dropped my phone onto the pillow by my head. My eyelids were heavy, the weight causing them to shut, and with a sigh, I let myself drift off to sleep with his words in the back of my mind.The absolute end of me.
Bright fucking pink.That’s the color she chose to wear today. Didn’t she own anything that wasn’t brightly colored? No doubt she’d stuck out against the sea of black and navy on her short walk to the office, likely turning the head of every man she passed. I should have sent a car for her.
Her usual wide smile was on her face when she stepped up to my door and flung it open without knocking. I raised an eyebrow and sat back in my seat, clasping my hands in my lap. “Good morning, sunshine. Have a seat.”
“Good morning,” she purred, slowly dropping into the seat across from my desk.
Her hazel eyes held a bold determination that had been missing from her gaze. I remember seeing that stubborn come-and-get-me look at my brother’s wedding. Somehow, I was able to resist it then, but my self-control had since wavered.
“How was your time off?”
The serene expression on her face would’ve been believable if she wasn’t chewing on the inside of her cheek. “It wassogood.”
My cock swelled at her words, remembering the way they’d sounded on her gasps of breath the other night.It was so good.“Good, huh? Is that why you called me drunk and crying on Saturday night?”
A delicious blush tinted her cheeks. “I didn’t… I wasn’t…”
“You did, and you were.” She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, and I stood up and rounded the desk to where she sat.
I quickly folded to say something to her, but as I leaned in, she shot her arm up and covered her face defensively. The gasp that left her would’ve been so pleasant if it weren’t for the terrified look in her eyes. My hands froze halfway to her face, and I slowly brushed her hair over her shoulder.
“Why do you do that?”
“What?” Her breath hitched, and she looked at me from under her lashes while she brought her arm back down.
“Why do you flinch when I lean towards you?” When I reached out to run my hand along her face, she winced and closed her eyes. I reeled back, torn between pulling her into my arms and getting as far from her as I could before my anger would scare her. “Do you honestly think I’m going to hurt you, sunshine?”
When she spoke, her voice was hardly more than a whisper. “I’ve been hurt by plenty of people I thought never would.” Then she cleared her throat and looked at me, and every ounce of fear was gone from her face. “I know you weren’t going to hurt me. I’m sorry for overreacting.”
The urge to drain the life from every person who had ever touched her was almost overwhelming. Would she tell me who they were? “What is his name?”
“Please don’t start. Just drop it.” She grabbed my hand and flattened it to her cheek. “I’m fine. See?”
Even though her face was pleading with me to change the subject, I wasn’t prepared to let her have the last word. She needed to know I was going to have every man who’d ever hurt her removed from this earth.
“If you don’t want to tell me about some ex-boyfriend who slapped you around, fine. But if youevercome in here with so much as a bruise, I will find out who did it, and I will end them.” I brushed my thumb over her cheek before pulling my hand from her face and giving her a stern look. I was surprised by the way her body relaxed.
She nodded, swinging her right leg and crossing it over her left. I followed the muscle that flexed in the soft spot on her leg. How would it feel to grip it in my hands? “We still leave tomorrow? Everything is booked,” she rushed to add.
