Ani’s must have been, too. She didn’t remember details from the short walk to his car, but suddenly they were inside it.
Raffi seemed to have calmed himself somewhat in that time. “It’s seven minutes to home. Do you think you can handle it?”
She gave him a look. “Canyou?”
His response was an impish smirk, and she wondered what he had planned.
They began the drive. Ani’s heart pounded. She was inRaffi’s car. They had kissed again. They were dating. They were about to do…well, whatever it was she wanted to do at his house. And truth be told, she wanted it all.
While Raffi kept his eyes on the road, his hand wandered over to her side. He rested it on her leg and, with one finger, tapped the inside of her thigh. “Open these for me.”
Without hesitation she complied, spreading them wide for him to do as he pleased. She’d been waiting for his touch there again.
“There you go,” he said.
She couldn’t even speak, just absorbed his low, gravelly voice and waited with a shaky breath of anticipation for what he was about to do.
He dragged two fingers up her thigh, heading exactly where she needed them, then he swept them up, across her mound, and back around the other side, down her other thigh. Ani’s head rolled back, and a moan escaped as he began again, teasing her,nottouching her in the place she needed specifically. But he’d get there eventually. Right? Raffi drove on, eyes on the road, placid face, betrayed only by the slightest uptick of his mouth. How long, had he said? Seven minutes? No way he could keep his hands off her sex, being that close to it, for seven minutes.
But Raffi did. His fingers, rough and warm, grazed and tantalized near it, but not on it. She turned to him. “You are evil,” she muttered.
“I know,” he said.
When they pulled into his parking lot, after what felt like hours of brushing his fingersjustshy of her clit, Ani was a heaving, horny mess. Panties soaked before he’d ever madecontact. On the one hand, she couldn’t get out of the car fast enough, but on the other, his patient touches had anesthetized her, stitching her in place in those long seven minutes.
As if reading her mind, Raffi waltzed over to her side, opened the door, and drew her into his arms like they were newlyweds. She wrapped her arms around his neck, inhaling the indigo-blue scent of him.
Raffi unlocked, then kicked open the front door and carried her immediately to the couch. She couldn’t pull her gaze away from him, the intensity in his eyes, how his pupils grew black with desire.
He sat her in his lap and snaked a hand through her hair, pulling her in for a kiss. Hungry, frenzied kisses between them.
He broke away, his voice rumbling. “Last time you were here I didn’t get to do this. I wasn’t sure if you wanted it.”
“I want it,” she purred, reassuring him.
He ran his lips lightly along her neck and she shivered at the sensation. Then his tongue slowly circled her ear and her pleasure amped up so high a moan, unbidden, escaped her. His voice was low, feral. “I can tell.”
He locked his mouth onto hers and they made out, nothing more, for what seemed like an hour. Ani hadn’t noticed until this moment that she’d been rocking her hips, needing to release some of the pressure built up between her legs. She felt him, too, his hard mass under his pants. Sizable. She started pressing against him with more insistence.
“All right, baby, slow down. You need more?”
“Please, yes,” she groaned. She was sure, absolutely positive, she’d already ruined his pants just by grinding on him. She’d never felt so turned on in her life. Ever. She could tell hewas raring to go, too, but he also took his sweet damn time and she loved that. She didn’t want it to be over; she wanted to savor every bit, draw it out as long as possible. So did he, it seemed.
Raffi began unbuttoning her shirt. “Let’s get this off.”
Self-consciousness momentarily struck her. What if he didn’t like her body? What if she wasn’t good enough—
Then he unclasped her bra in one pinch and she felt it peel off her body. Ani watched him stare in awe, gripping her hips, at first gently and then tighter. Ani’s breath hitched while he took her in.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, like he’d never seen anything so perfect.
Then she did something she didn’t usually do and began unzipping her skirt. She wanted to show him.
He murmured appreciatively, “Yes, let’s see more of you. I want to see all of you.”
She stood, missing the heat of him instantly but enjoying stripping her last few remaining pieces of clothing down her legs. First her skirt fell, revealing dark violet satin panties—the ones his fingers had skimmed over and over. She was nearly naked and he was fully clothed, and somehow this made everything even hotter.
He grabbed her ass, taking it in both his hands and pulling her closer to him. “You wore these for me? Or is this your everyday?”
