Page 28 of Lust & Lies
I nodded. “All of it.”
“Noelle...”
“Noelle, nothing. Let me see it, and I’ll forgive you for leaving me with blue clit.”
His mouth dropped open, and then he burst out laughing. I found myself chuckling, too.
“You know, like blue balls, except I have a clit,” I explained.
He laughed even harder, clutching his side. “What is wrong with you?” he asked, still laughing. “You’re so fucking silly.”
“I’m so fucking serious, Mr. Park. Come on. Whip it out.”
“Right now?”
“Yeah, right now. Right here. Unless you’re shy and want me to do it,” I said, cocking my head to the side, matching his posture.
“Really? You’ll do it?” he questioned, looking like he didn’t believe me.
I could show him better than I could tell him. I hooked my finger in the loop of his pants and tugged, pulling him closer. Eyes still on his, I began undoing his pants. The smile had faded from his face and eyes.
That look of intense hunger was returning. My fingers found the zipper, easing it down inch by inch, the metal teeth parting with a soft rasp that sliced through the thick tension crackling between us.
I looked up. His gaze was glued to me, dark, half-lidded, every muscle in his jaw tight as he fought to stay still. I slipped my hand underneath the waistband of his boxers, dipping lower and lower until I found what I was looking for, and...
Oh. My. Gosh!
Heat met my palm. Rock solid heat. Thick heat. Pulsing heat. Mouth-watering heat. For a second, I just sat there, holding it. Was I afraid to free it? Afraid of what I’d see? Afraid of what I’ddo once I saw it? I didn’t know. All I knew was I didn’t want to let it go.
“Don’t know what to do with it?” Aiden rasped.
My gaze rose to his. I saw the challenge in his dark eyes. The dare. The belief that I wouldn’t follow through. Even if I hadn’t planned on following through before, I damn sure would now.
Gripping his thick length, I tugged, freeing him from his pants while staring him in his eyes. I smirked at his reaction. His lips parted. His jaw tensed. His hands fisted at his sides. I gave him a gentle squeeze and watched him shiver.
“Now, who doesn’t know what to do?” I asked before staring down at his cock.
Where the fuck did all that come from? My lips parted, but no words emerged. I thought I’d been gripping the majority of him. But I was only holding aportionof the base. I stroked up, approaching the tip. Damn, even the tip was thick and wide.
“I may not remember much,” I muttered, eyeing his veined length. “But I remember a rumor that Asian men weren’t hung.”Not like this.
“Just a myth,” he groaned as I trailed my thumb over his tip.
Yeah, that was definitely a myth. And my husband was proof. I stroked down, loving the way he pulsed against my palm. All of this had been inside me at some point, in my pussy, in my mouth, maybe in my ass too. I couldn’t remember. But I was eager to see if my body did.
“Ms. Park,” he groaned.
My gaze returned to his. “If you can’t handle it, just say so,” I teased.
He swallowed. I squeezed harder as I stroked his cock. His chest rose and fell faster now. My thumb grazed the tip again. He hissed between his teeth. His hips jerked forward as his eyes fluttered shut.
Then he gripped my wrist, forcing me to stop. When he opened his eyes, I knew he was close to losing it and fucking me right here on this counter.Yes, please. Do it. Right here. Right now.
“You must be exhausted,” he muttered, voice hoarse.
The fuck?
“I’m not.”
