Page 83 of Fraud
She could see I wanted more, so she elaborated, “It wasn’t one specific look but all of them combined. Like, usually, a guy will glance at you—or your boobs”—she laughed— “and that’s it. Maybe there’s a little attraction hidden in there, but with Josh, it was just more. There was a look of concern when I was upset and a different look when I walked into a room, like he wanted to devour me.”
I nodded.
“Jane says my writing has changed since I met Killian,” I murmured, unsure of why I was telling her but needing to talk about it all the same.
“And, now, you’re worried you’ll disappoint her because he’s not around?”
I nodded.
“Was Killian around when you got that publishing deal?” she asked.
“No,” I replied, taking a bite of pork.
“Exactly. No one else earned that publishing contract for you. If Jane is seeing something in your writing, it’s because you put it there, silly. Don’t go giving a guy credit for your genius. We’re far too evolved for that.”
I laughed. She was right.
“But if I did need some”—I coughed— “motivation…”
Her eyes widened, understanding settling in. “Oh, yes. I can help you there. Pull out your laptop. We’ve got some shopping to do.”
His hand slipped underneath the hem of my dress, hovering over my bare skin. I could feel the heat radiating from his body. I was begging for him to touch me.
But he didn’t.
Ever so patient, he waited, staring into my soul, until I gave the command.
Tonight, I was in charge.
“Yes,” I murmured.
“Yes what?” he asked.
“Yes, I want you,” I hesitated before adding, “I want you to touch me.”
His features instantly changed, a wicked grin spreading across his handsome face. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Rather than giving the immediate satisfaction I wanted, he continued to take his time, brushing his fingers over the soft skin of my inner thigh.
I quivered beneath his touch, needing more.
Always needing more.
Inch by painful inch, his hand climbed higher and higher toward its destination, and my breath faltered. My core called out to him, begging for release, but still, he tortured me, never wavering from his pace.
“Please.”.
“Please what, Kate? You need to be specific,” he commanded, his voice rough and oh-so sexy.
“Please, more.”
“More what?”
“I need more!” I screamed, my body so turned on, I couldn’t think straight.
“And I’m more than happy to give it to you. But you’re in charge, remember? I need guidance. What exactly do you need, Kate?”
His pointer finger slowly made a long path between my legs, never committing to anything but making sure to drive me wild all the same.
