Page 59 of Honey, Honey
“Peaches.”
He chuckled and I felt the rough touch of his finger against my jaw. “I can remember that.”
“What about you?” I asked, already reaching up to put my hands on his shoulders. He was moving in close, the front of him coming to press against me and I almost moaned when I felt his lips against my shoulder.
He slid my robe to the side and kissed my shoulder. “Albuquerque.”
I smiled. That fit. I didn’t know why, but it worked with who Law was turning out to be around me, which was unexpected. “Got it. Now get in bed.”
“Now who’s bossy?” He asked, and I heard his shoes hit the floor before he was moving onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight.
“I’m a brat. It’s what I do,” I returned and was rewarded with him hooking an arm around my waist and pulling me to him. He went onto his back and cupped my face, his other arm still wrapped around my waist, holding me close.
“This isn’t a scene,” he said quietly. He was right, it wasn’t and that was...different. I didn’t come to the Cairn to get into bed with men I had no intention of playing with. I got the sense Law didn’t either, but here I was, here we were, doing just that. This was intimacy but of a different kind than the exchange through the boundaries and trust explored through shared kink. This was raw and stripped down to the foundation.
There were no roles or negotiated scenes to navigate. There was only me and Law.
Just us in the dark.
“No, it’s not,” I replied, my hands coming to rest on his broad chest. I ducked my head and pressed my nose to the material of his dress shirt. It wasn’t a scene but it felt just as important, maybe even more. I didn’t have a thought in my head as to why Law was getting into bed with me other than I wanted him there. I wanted him close to me, his body pushed to mine while I explored his. I wanted the time to figure out what the hell was going on between us.
But most of all, I wanted him.
“Where were you going?” He asked me.
“To my suite,” I said, turning my face into his hand. He had nice hands, softer than I thought they would be, but I could feel the calluses on his fingertips. The warmth of his palm was reassuring, drawing me closer in the cool of the dark room and I ate it up eagerly.
“What the fuck for?” He was annoyed. I could tell by the gruffness of his question, but I wasn’t going to let it deter me. Not when I’d gotten him into bed with me. I had more than a few cards in my hand and I was going to play them to the best of my ability.
I rolled my eyes and bit his thumb. “I didn’t want an awkward morning,” I said, lips still against his thumb.
“What the hell would have been awkward about it?” He moved closer, the arm around my waist tightening, his hand flexing against the curve of my hip.
I shrugged, knowing he could feel the gesture. “I’m sorry you had to babysit me,” I said finally and flushed with embarrassment. It was true. I hated that I’d been a burden to him. I didn’t want that. Never that. “You came here to play and instead…” My voice trailed off, and I ducked my head, lowering my forehead to his chest.
“There’s no instead,” Law gruffed out, hand sliding in my hair.
I lifted my head. “But–”
“Are you pretending we didn’t have the talk we did before bed?” His fingers flexed and he twisted his hand in my hair, tugging on the strands to tilt my head back. We couldn’t see each other, but I knew he was looking at me. That if the lights were on, we’d be eye-to-eye. I swallowed hard and blinked, grateful for the dark.
“Well, no. But that doesn’t mean you were happy tonight.”
“Neither were you, princess.” I felt a flutter of warmth in my belly at the pet name and Law’s hand moved, fingers beginning to rub a circle against my hip. “You should know what I want from you after our talk.”
I did know. Or at least, I hoped I knew, but I wanted to hear the man say it. “What do you want?” I asked and he chuckled, the hand at my hip moving to pull the robe up, bunching the soft fabric of it into his fist.
“You want to hear me say it, don’t you princess?” If a man could purr then was the sound Law would be making. He would be purring like a satisfied lion at getting what he wanted. He was enjoying this as much as I was. My urge to hear him answer my question matched by his own desire to hear me return the favor.
I smiled, biting my lip. “Yes,” I told him, pressing my thighs together. The friction of it a blessing and nowhere close enough to what I needed. Only Law’s mouth, his hands, his dick could give me that. I shivered, held my breath, and waited for him to speak again.
“I want you to be my little girl.”
I sucked in a breath, and not just because he’d said the words I’d been desperately wishing to hear since he’d called me ‘his girl’, or when he’d threatened to spank me in Sik Gaek. Words I’d wanted to hear since he’d eaten me out on my table and left me wanting more. My breath was caught short, stolen by the deft play of Law’s fingers against my skin as they slipped beneath the robe I wore. He slid them along my hip, slowly moving down the slope of my side until his hand was pressed flat against me, fingers just inches away from my now aching clit.
My fingers flexed and I began to undo the buttons of his dress shirt. I stopped when I had his shirt half undone, my fingers hovering just above his skin. I could feel the warmth of it against my palm but I didn’t go any closer. I was waiting for him to say something, to tell me he wanted me to touch him, but most of all I was waiting because he was too.
He hadn’t moved his hand since slipping it inside of my robe. His fingers were warm and gentle against my skin, touch so light that if I wasn’t concentrating on where his hand was I might think I had imagined it. I moved, flexing my hips forward, trying to get closer to his hand, but still I didn’t touch him.
