Page 180 of Mine Again
“Well, you were the first thing I saw every time I opened my eyes during the night. I wonder why that happened so often.”
A wicked sound vibrates in his chest. Before I can react, he scoops me up with ease. I let out a small yelp that turns into a breathless laugh as he carries me to the desk and deposits me on its surface like I weigh nothing.
He steps between my thighs, his hands gliding along my legs beneath the robe. I catch his wrist just in time, grinning.
“Don’t even think about it. I’m too sore to even consider having sex anytime soon.”
His eyes darken, his mouth grazing my cheek.
“I could kiss it better.”
Warmth blooms low in my abdomen.
“You’ve gotten awfully good at kissing things better.”
He smirks. “I practiced a lot in my mind.”
For a moment, we stay there like that. Breathing each other in. Smiling into the silence.
“So you really haven’t been with anybody else?”
His reply comes without hesitation.
“Farfalla, I’m obsessed with you… if you haven’t noticed. Why would I want to look at another woman, let alone touch her?”
I shrug a little, though my heart stirs at the intensity in his tone.
“Because men have needs.”
“True,” he says. “But men have hands too.”
I grin. “Not as satisfying, though. I should know.”
He leans in, his breath hot against my skin.
“Compared to being buried inside your sweet pussy or your mouth? No, not satisfying. But it took off the edge, you little tease.”
“Little tease?” I echo, wrinkling my nose.
“Yes,” he murmurs, his voice dipping lower. “Or have you forgotten the shows you put on for me while we were apart?”
Heat floods my cheeks, a slow burn rising to my ears. “So youdidsee?”
His eyes darken, a flicker of hunger pulsing through them. “Every single time.”
He takes my hand and brings it to the front of his jeans, guiding it along the thickening ridge of his cock.
“When you slipped out of your robe… a robe just like this one,” he says, tugging at the sash with his free hand, “and touched yourself like you had all the time in the world…”
His words trail off, but the look in his eyes finishes the thought.
“I nearly lost my mind,” he whispers. “Watching you strip down to your lacy lingerie, knowing I couldn’t touch you. You moved so slowly, like you were daring me to crawl through the screen and take you.”
My breath catches. His words alone are enough to make me clench around nothing.
“I was daring you,” I say, not recognizing my voice.
“I could tell by the way you lay back and spread those gorgeous thighs,” he continues, one hand rising to cup the side of my neck, his thumb grazing my jaw while his other hand still guides mine up and down over his clothed shaft.
