If I were a good guy, or even a bad guy with a heart of gold, I’d stop this—I know she’s deflecting from whatever’s just happened—to talk her through her troubles.
But I’m not a good guy.
I confidently claim that guilt and I were introduced for the very first time last night. The uncomfortable pressure strangling my lungs materialized as I searched her files while she lay passed out on the bed.
And I can’t be expected to know how to manage the novel emotion mere hours later.
“Darlin’.” I pull away, holding her by the shoulders. “Are you really okay to do this?”
I need to know that she truly wants this. I’m tempted to torture her with edging until she begs me to fuck her. Minor payback for the way she owns my mind.
I crave Maeve with unrivaled intensity.
Every inch of me longs to be inside her.
But I need her to match my obsession.
For that pink flush to spread across her creamy skin.
For her to drench herself so that by the time I touch her, she melts in my hands.
I stroke my thumb over the side of her neck. “I don’t want to do anything to trigger a relapse.” More bullshit. I know what caused her illness, and I’m certain she’s recovered by now.
She deflates. “I’m sorry, Kellin. I’m so selfish. You’re probably afraid I’ll get you sick.”
I brush my hand through the ends of her hair. “I’m not afraid of that at all.”
I sound like a martyr.It’s worth the risk just to be with you, baby.
I sit back so she can come to me.
My dick tents my pants.
Her eyes drop and widen, lust sparking in those brown orbs. Her gaze rakes up my chest and stops at the tie. “Is that one of…ours?” She pulls the tie through her fingers. The silk whispers against her skin.
So fucking erotic.
“Lenora grabbed it for me out of the office. But let’s not talk about work right now.”
She bites her lower lip as her slim fingers tug at the knot. “It suits you, but it needs to go.”
I recline against the back of the couch. Let her lead so she believes this is all her decision.
Definitely a gem of a man.
Maeve slides the tie off my neck.
I unfasten the top two buttons of my shirt while Maeve’s fingers dance down my chest and abs to my rock-hard cock. She curls her fingers around me over my pants. I shiver as she holds my gaze while slowly unzipping my fly.
She shoves down my pants and briefs, releasing a sharp breath when my dick springs free.
We didn’t take the time to learn each other last night. Not like this.
I grab the back of her neck. “Come here, beautiful.”
Our mouths fuse together, lips melding, tongues exploring.
Maeve rises from the couch and angles toward me so I can get rid of her jeans. I yank them off, tossing them somewhere behind the couch.
