Page 89 of Divorced from Number Thirty-Eight
Maybe it’s unwise to tempt him instead of listening to the voice inside me telling me he’s very close to the edge, but I can’t seem to stop myself. Not when I so want to see what happens when the leash snaps.
Hopefully he’ll strip me naked and fuck me hard and furious against this wall?—
I’m completely riveted at the sound of her husky voice, her intoxicating words.
“I don’t want you in control,” I say, tracing my hand down his chest, not stopping until my fingers are just above the waistband of his pants. “In fact, I think I prefer when you’re very much out of control.”
His hand flexes on my hip?—
“What are you doing, Red?”
Her eyes come to mine, and though her cheeks are still pink, her eyes a little shy, the determination written into the lines of her expression wraps it fingers around my cock and squeezes.
Hard.
“I promised to read to you, remember?”
I remember.
Fuck, do I remember.
I just?—
One moment, I’m confident. In control.
The next, I’m face first against the wall, his hands tugging me at the waist, guiding me until my palms are flat against the wall and my ass is in the air and?—
“Oh, God,” I moan as he cups my breast.
“Now think about how much better this will feel when you’re naked.”
“Faye,” I rasp.
Her face is soft, but her eyes go wicked as she keeps reading.
And I’m completely entranced by everything about her—the way her lips form the words, the blush that lingers on her cheeks, the way she tweaks a line here and there as she reads out loud…this glimpse of how she sees me?—
And how much I want to be the man from her book for her.
“Say my name, Josie.”
I shake my head, unable to process all I’m feeling, all I need.
He pinches my nipple and I gasp, body arching against his. He takes advantage of my position diving a hand into my pants.
But he doesn’t give me what I need.
Instead, he teases the aching bud of nerves that’s my clit, circles the entrance.
“Please,” I moan.
“Say my fucking name,” is all he says in return.
She pauses, those wicked brown eyes coming to mine. “That’s a new addition.”
Heat blooms in my stomach and my cock is so hard it’s a miracle I even have enough blood left in my brain to form the words, “I like it.”
He rewards his name tumbling off my tongue by plunging his fingers inside me, by slowly driving me insane, and it’s not until I’m shaking, until I’m fully wrapped up in everything that’s the man I love, the man who’s in every cell, every breath, every heartbeat, every thought that my clothes are gently peeled away, that he’s notching himself at my entrance.
