Page 80 of When It's Us
It’s no secret that I crave control. In all things. And Hutch makes me lose it. Or maybe he takes it. Either way, I’m finding that I like it.My God, do I like it.
The words are out before I can overthink them. “What if I said yes?”
His brow lifts in surprise, and his eyes flicker with something dangerous and honest before it flits away, and that damn smirk slides back into place. He takes another step closer, damn near caging me in, and I tilt my head way back to look up at him.
His voice is rougher now, a trace of the passion from our last time together creeping back in as he reaches up and lifts a curl of hair off my shoulder. “I’d say you’re lucky my family is on the other side of that glass.”
I drag in a slow breath. To anyone looking out, it’d look like a casual conversation, me half hidden behind his massive frame. Yet I can’t stop the trembling in my body, the insane urge to lean up and press my lips to his. To find out exactly what he means by that.
For a moment, I forget about the BBQ, everyone else, and the rules we put in place. It’s just Hutch and me standing where he first made me come, that familiar, undeniable pull stronger than ever. Neither of us has to say it, but I think we both know that this isn’t over.
Laughter rings out from inside, startling a glance from me in that direction. No one is paying any attention to us, but I put my hand on his chest to push him back a step anyway, worried someone might see and ask more questions I’m not ready to answer.
But the second my fingers touch the cotton of his shirt, his body heat seeping through to my fingertips, my eyes drop to his lips and my hand fists in his shirt instead. My fingers itch to pull him closer while my brain screams that anyone could be watchingus. But I don’t have to because he steps forward, putting us flush against each other. Dropping his head, he breathes me in.
“God, you smell good,” his voice rumbles out, skittering goosebumps across my skin.
“Mmm,” I hum, our faces inches from one another.
It's then that I realize I am on my way to well and truly fucked over this man. I don’t know why or how, but there it is.
“We can’t,” I manage to stutter out, and he pulls back a fraction to look into my eyes. “Not here.”
“Let’s get out of here, then,” he says, nuzzling his nose against that spot between my neck and shoulder, making my knees weak.
I sigh and push at his chest again. Not hard, but enough to let him know I’m serious. I want him, but we need to be discreet. “It’s a birthday party, Hutch.”
“Jasper Blake is a forty-year-old fucking man,” he growls, making me chuckle. “Pretty sure he won’t miss us.”
“But your siblings will,” I say, hand still on his chest. “Wren for sure will.”
He huffs out a breath, his voice coming out a little desperate, and it’s kind of adorable. “I really am your dirty little secret, aren’t I?”
I tuck my bottom lip between my teeth and grin up at him, tugging on the leather of his belt. “If I say yes, will you punish me?”
His eyes drop to where my hand rests, and when they meet mine again, they’re darker, narrowed with heat, and the rumble in his chest lights a fire in my veins. He slides a hand into the hair at the nape of my neck and yanks my head back. It doesn’t hurt, not really, but it does have a rush of blood heading south.
“You know what I did last night?”
I narrow my eyes at him. His voice low, ragged, close enough that I can feel the words at the base of my spine.
“I laid in the Vanagon, thinking about this deck, this exact spot. The first time I buried my fingers inside you. How tight you were. How wet. How you clawed at that makeshift table while Iwrecked you from behind. How goddamn sexy you sounded when you came for me.”
My eyes widen and heat pools in my core.
He huffs out a laugh that might be embarrassment, or maybe incredulity. “Jerked off like a fucking teenager, like I couldn’t stop myself. Didn’t even touch my cock at first. Just laid there, hard as fuck, trying to convince myself I didn’t need you again.”
A shiver rakes down my spine and my thighs clench like they’ve got a mind of their own.God.
“I know I shouldn’t have. After everything. But I still came with your name on my lips.”
My breath catches like I forgot how to breathe. Heat pulses through me, fast and low.
“Holy shit,” I breathe. It slips out before I can stop it, hoarse, wrecked, horny as hell.
“Bet that’s what you’re thinking about too—me wrapping my belt around these pretty fucking wrists, pinning you down, spreading you out and teasing the fuck out of you until you beg me to let you come.”
His words pull a desperate whimper from my throat, my fingers flexing on his chest as the sliding glass door slides open behind him and someone clears their throat.
