Page 26 of Entangled By You
Her head peeks out from the pile of fabric consuming her, and those get-lost-in-stormy-eyes light with a mischievous gleam. She rips her foot from my grasp and tumbles across the couch in the blink of an eye, straddling my lap.
“Is this better?” she asks, her tone laced with dangerous lust.
“Lex,” I plead, letting my head fall against the back of the couch. “You know, having your hot little pussy that close to my aching cock is not helping.”
“Hmm, what about this?” she taunts as her hips draw back and then grind forward, tracing my dick print.
I shoot my hands to her hips, stilling her in place and lifting my gaze to lock on hers. “Don’t start something you’re not ready to finish, Princess. Because I’ll have you screaming my name in the next five minutes if you don’t stop.”
“Someone’s extra cocky tonight.”
The smirk on her lips as she looks between us to where myliteral cock is trying to break through my jeans in search of her has me seconds from snapping.
“Baby, you act like I don’t remember every little cheat code I found to make your body quake for me. Those aren’t the types of things a man forgets, even years later.”
“Maybe I’ve changed,” she challenges, or so I take it.
I pull her in, my lips ghosting against her ear. “Would you still flood my tongue if I licked your clit, nice and slow, while playing with your tight little ass hole?” I whisper.
Her moan and fight against my steadying hand on her smooth thigh is all the answer I need to know she hasn’t changedthatmuch.
Gripping her hips, I’m up and flipping her back to the couch, watching her eyes bug out in surprise. I want to dive right in, push her shorts to the side, and sink home, but we’re nowhere near ready for that. Well, she’s not. I’ve been ready for a repeat since that morning I woke to her riding my cock like it was a damn Olympic sport.
“Don’t let me push you to do something you’re not ready for. Tell me no if you don’t want this.” The words fall heavy between us, and I want to hoover them back into my lungs as soon as the offer’s out there because I want this so fucking bad. But I won’t be like he was. I won’t take the safety she feels with me from her.
“I…” She stalls, her worried eyes brimming with tears, searching my face. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”
Closing my eyes and drawing in a steadying breath, I nod once and pull away, sitting back in my spot as far from her still stretched out body as I can.
“Please don’t be mad at me, Pierce.”
Her voice is no louder than a whisper, drenched inuncertainty. I can barely hear it over the galloping thing in my chest, I thought long ago broken.
“I’m not mad, baby. I need a second… to cool off.”
Pushing up from the couch, I step to head out back and let the evening spring air do its job, but before I can, her presence pulls me back in.
Leaning down slowly, as if she’s a wounded animal on the side of the highway, I drop a kiss to her forehead and pull back until she locks her focus right where I want it.
"I want you, but only when you’re ready to surrender to me completely. Not just sex. I want everything, Lex. The house. Our family. It’s all or nothing, Princess. So I’ll wait as long as you need me to. But that’s my offer."
I can’t stomach a retort after laying my soul bare like that. So I bolt up and head straight for the backyard, the sliding glass door rattling behind me as it shuts. The air out here bites colder than I expect, sharp against the heat still burning through my chest. But I need it.
My fingers twitch in my pocket like they’ve got a mind of their own, brushing the edge of the pills I haven’t touched in weeks. One would take the edge off. Just one, and I’d stop shaking.
But then that voice—Branson’s—growls in my head.You really wanna go down that road, now? With her inside? With a baby on the way?
He’s right. She deserves more than a strung-out pill head barely holding it together. And that kid of ours? Deserves a hell of a lot more than the kind of father I had.
My old man was a drunk and a mean son of a bitch. He didn’t die soon enough to spare me, or Ma, from the worst of it. Most nights, I was the wall between his fists and her face. He left plenty of scars for the trouble. I don’t miss him. Noteven a little. I swore I'd never turn into him, and I mean to keep it.
My phone vibrates, breaking the spiral. At this hour, there’s only one person it could be.
“Yeah. What’s up?”
“Look, man, I know it’s late, but I need you to come in.”
“You got a job?” I ask, already knowing if the answer’s yes, any chance of spending the night with Lexi just evaporated.
