Is it from the pain? Or me?
Ah, the rising bulge of his groin answers that question before he gives a tiny shake of his head.
Maybe I’ll mess with him, just a little? Dropping the used wipe, I lean across his shaking thigh to pick a new one from the kit.
Tearing it slowly, I press forward just enough that my belly brushes his zipper.
His fingers spasm closed, two fists outstretched over his angel costume.
Light and dark is warring within him.
“I hate that Halloween always seems to make such horrible memories here.” Working my way down his heaving chest, I slowly clean the dried blood over his abs.
When I reach for a third pad, I let my palm grip his thigh so that my pinky brushes the stiff denim of his crotch.
“I mean—” I put the corner of the paper wrapper between my teeth and peel it open, savoring his eyes fixing on my mouth. “—wouldn’t it be nice to have areally goodmemory of tonight instead?”
Licking my lip, I start to dab around the dark hair framing his belly button. Not because it’s necessary.
Because I want to.
“Like what?” His voice cracks when I let my wrist stroke the very tip of his rigid groin, fully pretending to be cleaning.
I want to rip open his Wranglers and see what he’s hiding.
“Maybe we should start with a drink?” Lifting the swab, I let my hungry gaze work over his defined chest, the rippled abs, and the hollow “V” of his toned hips.
But when I start to turn, his legs lock around me.
“You missed a spot.” His husky tone verges on a growl.
Fire leaps through me with the iron grip of his thighs holding me so firmly.
Now he has me smiling.
“I’m out of these.” I wave the tiny pad before tossing it with the others. “Show me where.”
His arm lowers from the bar top, his eyes locked with mine as he points to a faint blemish at the peak of his ribs. “It hurts right there.”
The corner of his lower lip puckers between his teeth.
My tongue pushes out of my mouth to slowly drag my thumb over it before gently wiping the tiny smear away.
“Did I get it, or do you need me to kiss it and make it better?” I know what I want his answer to be.
His mouth falls into a crooked grin as his legs loosen slightly. “Is it wrong to say I have a sudden pain everywhere?”
Chapter 15
Sawyer
Did I go toofar?
It’s just…every time shetouchesme, it doesn’t seem like it’s an accident. Instead, it feels like she’s teasing me, pushing me to say or react somehow.
And I want to, but I’m also terrified that I’m reading everything wrong. That I’ll screw up royally by pushing too far.
But then her hot palms flatten over my ribs, and she lowers her mouth to press the heat of her lips into the hollow of my chest.
