Page 25 of Personal Foul
When I turn back around, she’s put her phone down on her nightstand, and she’s eyeing me like she’s still not quite sure if this is a good idea. I know she’s trusting me just by letting herself be as vulnerable as she has been so far tonight. I didn’t expect that to happen. I’d just been hoping for her to talk to me again. The silence between us was killing me. Making me want to ask questions like a needy asshole about what went wrong and if she really hated me this fucking much.
But now that I know she’s this stressed, crying this much. I just want to take the edge off for her. Give her something else to focus on for a while. And I’m fairly certain as far as she’s concerned this is all I’m good for.
I sit down on the edge of her bed and put the vibrator on the nightstand before I turn to her. Her eyes dart to mine, and I can see the anxiety dance behind them.
“I won’t touch you unless you tell me to. And I’m not here for me, okay? I don’t expect anything from you.”
“I hope you’re prepared for a whole lot of nothing.”
“If all I get tonight is to watch you for a bit, that’s plenty.”
Her lashes flutter like I’ve said something she didn’t expect, and her face softens just the tiniest bit before she gives a smartass little smile.
“Am I getting a taste of the legendary Easton charm again?”
I know what she’s doing. Putting distance between us. Trying to keep a wall up.
“No, is that what you want?”
“No,” she whispers quietly.
I reach out and run my fingers down the line of her jaw. She’s fucking stunning. A smattering of freckles on her nose and gorgeous cupid’s bow lips make me want to kiss her again. I press my thumb into the indent of her lower lip before I lean in, slowly in case she wants to stop me.
My eyes go to hers to look for permission but hers are already shuttered, her head already tilting up, so I close the gap and take her mouth, softly at first, teasing her with short shallow kisses before I press for more. And she answers me willingly. Teasing me with the tip of her tongue before she lets me have more.
And fuck. Just everything about her turns me on. She makes me want so fucking much. But I have to keep this about her. Walking the line so that I don’t ask for more than she can give. Because she is never vulnerable, least of all around me, and I don’t want to fuck it up.
I release her mouth and trail kisses down her jaw and neck. Taking a breath because what I’m about to do next is either going to doom me or give me a fucking shot at getting her to open up.
“Have you thought about me since?” I ask quietly.
“I don’t know. Does it matter?”
“Yes. I can’t stop thinking about it,” I confess.
“I’m sure,” it’s a huffed exasperated whisper.
“It’s true. I wasn’t lying when I said I was trying to memorize it all. It plays like a fucking loop in my head.”
“Don’t patronize me, Easton. I know you don’t—”
I swipe my thumb over the indent in her lip again and stare at it.
“I think about what your fingernails would feel like digging in my back again. All the other positions I could have you in. All the other ways I could make you come for me.”
A little breath rushes out of her, and her eyes go to mine searching for a moment like she wants it to be true. She presses her lips together, kissing the tip of my thumb. The little gesture kills me. Makes me think of all the things I want to do to her. The ways I want to make her see I can be what she needs.
But I don’t. I grab the vibrator off the nightstand and flick it on, the little hum breaking the silence in the room. She’s dressed in an oversized sweater layered over leggings; the material so thin I bet I could see through it in the right light. Which is a blessing and a curse in the current situation. I slide the vibrator between her legs, hovering just above and withholding contact.
I wait for her to argue. To stop me. To give some kind of pushback, but she doesn’t. So I press it down and her eyes flutter closed, and she rolls her lip in between her teeth. A little whisper of a breath escapes her lips and she might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I wish I could capture this moment to rewatch later. I’d replay it every fucking night.
“That feel good?” I ask softly.
She nods but doesn’t speak, her eyes still closed. But she spreads her legs an inch wider, tilting her hips, and I have to stifle the smirk I feel coming on. So I talk to her instead, to distract myself and keep her focused.
“It’s hard not to touch you. Now. At the bar. When I’m out with our friends and you show up and tell me how much you hate me. Fuck, when you do that, it makes me want to press all your fucking buttons. I’ve missed seeing you though.”
A breathy moan pops out of her mouth and goes straight to my cock. I’m so fucking hard I can barely stand it, and the second I finish her off I’m gonna need my hand to take the edge off.
