Page 79 of Keep Me Never
Staring into her blue eyes, I run my thumb along her lower lip. “Don’t feel like you have to ask me to come inside, Angel. You don’t. And if you want to but you’re nervous that that means something you’re not ready for, don’t be. I’d like nothing more than to just hold you, and if I don’t think I’d sound like I was trying to be sneaky and get you into my bed, I would have asked you to stay at the house with me earlier, instead of following the others out of the party when they left.”
“So you want to stay the night with me?”
My grin is slow. “Yeah, baby. I do. Will you let me?”
She smiles, pulling me inside.
I expect her to close the door, and then maybe reach for some pajamas or grab the remote for late-night, trashy TV.
She doesn’t do either of those things.
No, she surprises me, instead pressing her palms to my chest, and she doesn’t stop until my knees hit the edge of the bed. I go down, ass meeting the mattress, and she follows, climbing straight into my lap like she owns it. Like she knows she’s the only thing I’d ever let take that kind of control.
Her knees bracket my thighs, her weight a slow, deliberate tease as she settles. Eyes locked on mine, mouth parted, waiting, for what, I don’t know. Permission? A sign to stop?
Not happening.
I grin, a little crooked and a little mean.
“You drive me mad,” I murmur, running my hands up the backs of her thighs, slowly. “You know that?”
Her answer’s a shaky breath, but her fingers slide into my hair, pulling just enough to make my gut clench. I let her. Let her take. Let her think for a second she’s running the show.
Then she starts to grind.
Not hard or fast, but that lazy, torturous roll of her hips that shoots heat straight through me. My hands tighten on her, fingers digging into the softness just under her ass.
And when she shifts again, this time reaching between us, cupping me like sheknowsexactly what she’s doing, my chest fumbles with a heady growl.
She’s smiling, proud of herself. That pleased little smirk that says she’s got me, that she knows what comes next, and I’m thinking she does.
One second, she’s smirking; the next she’s flat on her back, staring up at me with wide eyes and a breath that punches out of her like I stole the air from her lungs.
I don’t give it back. Not yet.
“Better?” I ask, voice low, hands braced on either side of her head, holding my weight just above hers. Not touching, but just close enough to let herfeelme. “That what you wanted?”
She nods.
Cute, but not nearly enough.
I dip low, brushing my mouth against hers, just enough to make her ache.
“That little nod’s not enough, Angel.” My voice dips, heavy with promise. “You gonna lie there and let me teach you how to beg properly?”
She shudders, thighs pressing together like her body is answering for her before her mouth can even try.
I grin and pull back.
“Yeah,” I murmur. “We’ll start now.”
I don’t touch her right away. I just watch, letting her squirm under the weight of my stare, letting her feel the tension stretch like a wire between us, taut and humming.
Her teeth sink into her lower lip, a naughty little habit of hers, telling me she’s already on edge, more than ready to be pushed off it.
I start slow, trailing my fingertips down her sides with light, lazy strokes that are barely grazing skin. I want her aching before I even touch the places that count.
“You gonna stay still for me?” I hum, lips brushing the shell of her ear.
