Page 5 of Case Closed
It’s hard not to smile as she slides her fork over to my plate and snags the bite I cut off for her. She does it again three more times before she finally notices I’m watching her.
“What?” She drinks the last of the wine in her glass but keeps her eyes on me.
“When are you going to stop pretending?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She grabs the end of her hair and twists it around her index finger. Which is what she does when she’s lying.
“Then tell me why I had to watch you go on a date with someone else tonight.” The memory of seeing her at that table with another man is enough to make me want to throw her over my shoulder like a caveman.
“I’m allowed to go on dates, Taylor. You don’t own me.” Her finger keeps twirling around the lock of hair, and it makes me grin. “Why are you smiling? You stalking me isn’t funny.”
“I’ll tell you what’s not funny. It’s you pretending you’re not mine.” I lean forward, and her finger pauses its motion. “I’ve given you plenty of time and space, but clearly you don’t want that.”
“Yes, I do.” Her finger starts moving again.
“You don’t. You purposely do shit to piss me off because you want me to chase you down.” She starts to shake her head, but I keep going. “Just like you knew I’d come here tonight after you ran out on me.”
“I didn’t.” Her finger is working faster now.
Maybe one day I’ll tell her how easy she is to read, but until then, it’s like my secret lie detector. “Did you make the date so you’d have someone to take to the Halloween party?”
“No.” She’s going to get a blister on her finger at the rate she’s twirling her hair around it.
“Scout, my patience is running thin, and if you keep lying to me, I’m going to make you tell me the truth.”
“I think you should leave.” She drops her hair before quickly grabbing our plates and taking them to the sink. I know she’s trying to get away from me and this pull we have to each other.
Her back is to me as I slowly walk up behind her. She’s pretending to wash the dishes, but I know her too damn well. I can practically feel her heartbeat as I press against her, my hands going on either side of the counter to cage her in.
“You don’t have to push me away, sweetheart,” I whisper in her ear. “I know you’re scared.” My lips brush against it before I kiss the soft skin of her shoulder. “But you’re not your mom, and I’m not like those men.”
She turns in my arms, her eyes searching mine. There’s fear in them but also something else that looks like longing. Like she’s afraid that I might be right, yet she’s desperate for it to be true.
“H-how do you know about that?” Her hands go to the front of my shirt, and I can’t tell if she’s trying to push me away or bring me closer.
“Because you’re mine.” I’m looking down at her as I close the distance between us. She can’t run this time. “And what I feel for you doesn’t come with an expiration date.”
“Taylor,” she whispers. “What if?—”
“Sweetheart.” I shake my head while keeping my eyes locked with hers. “There’s no what if. There’s you and me. That’s the only way this goes.” I release the edge of the counter to hold her face with both hands. “And the sooner you give in, the sooner I can give you what you need.”
“Oh yeah?” There’s a spark of defiance in her eyes as she raises her chin. “What is it that you think I need?”
“For starters, you need to cum on my face.”
When her lips part in surprise, I take the opportunity to bend down and kiss her. She whimpers once before completely melting into my hold and giving in. Her body softens as her tongue tastes mine, and I’ve never felt anything so fucking good.
The more we kiss, the more intense our connection becomes, exactly like I knew it would. My need grows, and a growl leaves my chest. Scout’s legs wobble, but I’m there to catch her and lift her onto the counter. Her long legs wrap around my waist, and my hands go to her ass, pulling her center snug against my hard length.
“I want you to do me a favor,” I say when I kiss my way down her neck.
“Wait, what?” The way she sounds dizzy and confused makes me smile against the soft skin on her throat.
“While I’m eating your pussy, try not to scream.” I pull back and watch her eyes widen as I grab the waist of her sleep shorts and yank them down her ass. “I’d hate for the neighbors to call the cops.”
Chapter Five
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