Page 12 of Green Lights and Obsession
Once they were on their second round of drinks, he turned some music on low and sat a little closer. They were making small talk and she leaned in closer to gossip over the meaningless. It didn’t matter, all that mattered was that she was next to him again.
Her blue eyes sparkled into his, her skin flushed from the drinks. She set her glass down and peered up at him with a smile on her face.
“Who did it?” He swallowed.
“Huh?” She scrunched her face in confusion.
“Daisy.” His eyes glanced from her eyes to her cheek.
Her hand rose to cover it and glanced away. She shook her head. “It’s nothing.”
“It was him, wasn’t it? That sorry excuse for a husband.” His jaw clenched before he exhaled. “He’s a dead man.”
“I’m fine.”
“He hit you.”
“It’s not near as red as you’ve left parts of me.” Her eyes snapped to him.
“You know as well as I do that that isn’t the same fucking thing.” She shook her head to disagree but he cupped her face. “Aw, Daisy. You know what we have is different.”
“Had.” She rose her chin slightly.
Jay couldn’t help but laugh at the thought. “You’re as mine now as you were back then.” She just needed reminding.
“I’m married.”
“It’s an arrangement neither of you seem happy with.” He swallowed as his hand slipped back to grip the back of her neck. “We were made for each other and you know it.”
Daisy attempted to shake her head but her eyes softened.
“Tell me you wouldn’t be on your knees if I demanded it.”
Her eyes narrowed.There. It. Fucking. Was.His little brat under the surface of the disguise she’d been working so hard on over the last five years. He was going to peel back every fucking layer she had worked so hard to put in place.
He tightened his hold on the back of her neck. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
Her eyes brightened.
He moved his face closer to hers. “Daisy.”
She swallowed and kept her lips pressed closed.
“Words,” he ordered.
“Sir,” it was practically a whisper… but it was there.
That power over her went straight to his cock. It took everything in him not to bring her face closer. Those plush lips he loved and fantasized about everytime he masturbated to the image of them wrapped around him. He wanted those lips on him. He wanted their bodies pressed together as he pushed her into whatever angle he could imagine before driving in deep.
He moved his hand from her neck and stood from the couch. Jay moved at a normal pace, grabbing their glasses to refill. It gave him a way to keep his hands busy and off of her for a moment longer. As much as he wanted his hands on her, it wasn’t time yet. He could see it there, in her eyes, just under the surface. It wouldn’t be until she was begging, and even then, he might wait just a moment longer.
“Jay.” His name came out breathless.
The sight in front of him after he turned around with their drinks surprised him. She’d slipped from the couch and was kneeling on the ground, legs parted and head bowed.
“I need you.” She kept her head down as he approached.
He set her glass down, then sat down on the couch next to her. The urge to comfort her, to run his hand down her hair, to lift her chin and capture her lips, to claim her all over again. He lifted his glass and gulped down the scotch. It did nothing to cool down the fire coursing through him, only warmed him up more.
