It was a command that went straight to my weak knees. My jaw trembled as I moved, his touch remaining on my waist, guiding me around, and when I was facing him again, I forgot to breathe.
His hand moved from the soft touch he’d had on my waist, his fingers brushing past my stomach, my heaving breasts, my chest… All until his touch whispered on my collar, and he brushed his open palm on my neck. My legs turned liquid at the tension and need my body cried out for right then.
He was so close.
Dangerously close.
“Why did you bring me here?” he asked again.
“I shouldn’t have,” I muttered.
“Do you know why I think you brought me here?” he asked.
“Why?”
“I think you wanted me to see how much you saved from that night, knowing what it might do to me, and whether you realized it or not, show me that it wasn’t just one night to you either. I think you brought me here to see how far you could go. How long you could resist without giving in to how you say I make you feel. But most of all… I think you missed being my good girl,” he whispered, his hand enclosing on my throat. “And you crave that praise more than your next breath.”
Fuck.
My heart skipped as that fascinating pain spread through me. Gaze fluttering at the sensation—a sensation I hadn’t felt in a long while—I realized he was right. I craved this. I craved the push and pull, the secrecy and greed.
“That’s not true,” I whispered.
“True or false,” he rasped against my lips. “If I reached between your thighs, I would find your pussy salivating for my touch.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I barely managed, my voice hoarse and breathless.
He pressed himself closer, so flush I could feel his dick rousing against my abdomen. “Don’t I?” he whispered. “True or false, sweet girl.”
My chest caved as his other hand creased on my hip. I barely heard my own voice as I answered, “False,” on a whimper.
He bent, his nose brushing my jaw, a low chuckle rumbling from his throat. “I love the way you lie,” he said. “It gives me all sorts of ideas for how I’ll make you regret it.” His hand tightened around the outside of my thigh, dangerously close to my ass.
“Gavin…” This was too close. Why had I brought him here? After a long morning of hardly treading above water just being near him, why had I thought this would be a good idea…
My subconscious wanted to betray me. It wanted to sabotage everything around me just to have him one more time. It didn’t care who was hurt in the aftermath.Hewas back in my life, and it begged to have him in every way it could.
Traitor.
I thought he would kiss my neck, take me down onto this floor and rail into me until I begged him to stop. Only he hovered over my skin at the brink of driving me into absolute madness instead. My body yearned for his touch, cried out for his lips. I clenched my thighs together at the restless throb aching between them, shivering from trying to hold back.
“I wish you could feel what you do to me,” he said as both his hands moved to my hips.
Gavin pulled back and held my eyes as he sank to his knees. A whine caught in my throat. He leaned forward, his lips hovering close to my navel, but he didn’t kiss me. His fingers wrapped around the backs of my thighs, massaging my thickness.
“I wish you could feel how much I want you. How much I want to kiss all the places you haven’t been kissed these last years.“ His teeth dragged over my stomach to the waist of my jeans. I held my breath to watch him take that fabric in his mouth and undo the button holding them up.
“How do you know where I’ve been kissed?” I asked.
“You wouldn’t be aching for this if you had,” he said before leaning forward to catch the zipper in his teeth. He dragged it downward, exposing the lace panties I was wearing.
Fuckkkk.
I could feel his breath on my abdomen. My neck craned upward as though if I looked away from what he was doing, I could pretend it was all a fantasy in my mind, that the man I’d been dreaming about wasn’t on his knees before me, torturing me and taking me to the brink of orgasm without so much as even touching my pussy, that it was all a forbidden dream I could keep secret from the rest of the world.
“You’re delusional,” I said, while my rocking hips betrayed my words.
“Did you miss the way I tasted you?” he asked as he lifted my leg onto his shoulder. “I bet you hate how I look on my knees before you now, too.”
