“Elise, talk to me.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.” She squirmed again.
“Yeah, I’m calling bullshit on that. Wanna start by telling me why you’re avoiding me?”
“I’m not avoiding…”
“Again. Bullshit.”
Sighing heavily, Elise’s body went limp in my arms, and she dropped her head on my shoulder. Yawning, she snuggled closer.
“You comfy there?”
“Yeah, actually. You’re really warm.”
“Are you saying I’m hot?” I teased. I was going to drag it out of her inch by inch if I had to.
“Oh my god! Could you be any more full of yourself?”
“Play your cards right and you could be full of me too.”
Elise groaned and wriggled again, her arse rubbing against my cock that was getting harder by the second. The more she squirmed and teased, the more my dick sat up and paid attention.
“Stop! Oh my god! Please…just stop.” She giggled clutching at her stomach.
“I’ll stop on one condition,” I offered.
“Yeah, and what’s that?”
“You tell me what’s got you running scared. What did I do wrong?”
“You? You did nothing. It was all me. One hundred and ten percent me.”
When she pulled away again, this time I let her go. If that’s what it took to keep her talking, it was a concession I was willing to make. For now anyway. Stuffing my hands into my pockets, mainly to stop myself from reaching out and grabbing her, I continued to push. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I know you read my message.”
“Which message? We tend to send a few.” I smiled. I knew exactly what message had her twisted so tightly she was barely a breath away from unravelling.
“Don’t play dumb, Luca. Doesn’t suit you,” Elise snarked. Playing dumb might not suit me, but seeing her with a bug up her butt, watching her pace and pout and bite her lip did things to me that it really shouldn’t. Things I wasn’t about to admit to right now for fear of her cutting off my favourite appendage.
Standing up, I prowled towards her with slow, deliberate steps. The last thing I wanted to do was spook her and send her running. “Elise, stop thinking I read more into it than I did. I knew what you meant. Remember I grew up with three very nosy, very stubborn sisters. I understand teasing and banter more than you know.”
“Oh.”
“So, did I take your message seriously? No, of course not.”
“Oh.”
“Did I get what you were saying? Absolutely.”
“Y-you sure?” Elise stammered.
“Come here,” I instructed. She was tentative at first, but three steps later she was within my grasp. Reaching out, I dropped my hands on her shoulders before bending my knees so I was at her eye level. “Elise, I need you to listen to me. Can you do that?”
“Yeah,” she replied unconvincingly.
“I mean really listen.” Elise nodded. “When you tell me you love me, and you will one day, it won’t be in a text message or even over the phone. It won’t be when I’m balls-deep inside you or when you’re lying there in orgasmic bliss. It’s going to be when we’re both ready and the time is right. So, quit worrying about it. Quit thinking all those things you’re stressing about that are spinning your head.”
