Page 60 of Nemesis
Anxiety crept under my skin. “You don’t trust me,” I admitted softly, attempting to gather his sympathy.
Pulling back, he cocked his head to the side, letting out a low laugh. “No, I don’t. You haven’t given me a reason to.”
I opened my mouth to reply, but my words halted on their way out when his thumb gently stroked my inner thigh in a lazy caress, his touch hot against my skin. My grip around his neck turned bruising as I tried keeping myself upright.
My legs absently fell open, inviting him, wanting to give him better access. He drove his knee between my spreading legs, pinning my back flush against the wall. My pussy throbbed, the flickering pulse beating against his thigh, wetness seeping past the small barrier of the flimsy shorts I had on.
Fuck.
Although I was slightly embarrassed at the thought that he could feel the warmth, I pressed up my toes, our noses grazing. My stomach tightened at how close we were, but I pushed it aside. “I don’t care,” I whispered. “Your job isn’t to believe me. It’s to do what you’re told.”
His mouth parted, his onyx eyes raging like storms as his fingers twitched against my face. I figured he’d finally let me go, but instead of releasing me, he continued trailing small circles over my skin.
I dropped back down on my heels, my fingers tugging at his short curled strands in an attempt to stop him because my resolve to push him away was slowly tapering and I didn’t know how long I could keep resisting him.
He rubbed his thigh between my legs, creating a delicious friction, and I bit my lip to stifle the moan threatening to escape. His hand left my chin, his fingers skimming down my neck and shoulder before he removed it. He rested his palm against the wall above my head before slumping his head onto the wall, right next to mine.
He then turned his head slightly inward, his hot breath skating across my cheek and ear. His lips grazed my earlobe, sending me into a full-body shudder. Sweat beaded on my forehead, but I refused to back down from his challenge.
He trailed his thumb farther up my inner leg to land right where his thigh met my core, where my arousal had soaked through my shorts and onto his pants.
He smeared it across the fabric before bringing that same finger against my lips, the tangy scent of my arousal hazing my senses. He brushed his forehead against the side of my head until it rested against mine. His gaze searched for mine, our breath intertwining.
“Youlooklike her,” he rasped.
His statement was barely above a whisper, but the loaded words registered enough to rob me of my breath. I should really step away now. No good would come out of letting him continue his train of thoughts, but the intoxicating scent suffocating the air had frozen me in a trance, rendering me unable to move.
His hand curved around my back, gliding up the length of my spine, my body bowing to his will. His palm wrapped around my shoulder, pausing to finger the neckline of the white cotton shirt,hiswhite cotton shirt.
He glanced down as he laid his hand flat against my chest, below my left collarbone, right where the beat of my heart pounded.
“Youfeellike her.”
A strangled gasp escaped my parted lips and our gazes clashed. The calmness in his voice was unnerving, a stark contrast to the heat radiating off his chest and his hard length pressing against me.
Keeping his hand over the swell of my breast, he then trailed his nose down the side of my face, burying his head into the crook of my neck before he inhaled deeply, breathing me in.
He hummed. “Yousmelllike her,” he growled against my skin.
I inhaled sharply, shaking my head. “I—”
His soft lips skimming across my neck cut me off. His tongue snaked out, flattening against my skin before he gave a long lick from the side of my neck to the soft spot behind the ear, his tongue flicking up at the end.
A low groan ripped out of his chest and he buried it against my skin.
“And you fuckingtastelike her.”
A wave of lust spiraled in my nerve endings and my teeth rolled over my bottom lip, biting down in an attempt to temper the moan that wanted to escape past my lips.
I was caught somewhere between craving the feel of his mouth on me, wanting to cave and finally give in, while also needing to keep up this charade of playing Olivia because I knew once the line was crossed, there was no going back.
That’s how it always was between us. That’s why it took months before we both finally gave in to our desires and let ourselves feel that memorable night.
He gripped the nape of my neck, pulling me to him until our lips brushed. He gently tugged my lip free with his teeth before whispering against my lips a word I hadn’t heard in a long time.
“¿Mi alma?” he questioned, his whisper pained.
The use of my nickname had my hibernating heart sparking with recognition. Hearing it coming out of his lips in a hefty breath sent a shiver racing up my spine, the hair at the back of my neck prickling.
