“On the couch,” I ordered her abruptly, pulling back. I was doing it all wrong once again, but I wanted her. I wanted a little taste of her, at least.
Selene looked at me for a few moments, hesitating before finally obeying. I frowned at her body—she was wearing too many clothes.
“Undress. Slowly,” I demanded before sitting down on a stool to enjoy the show. I needed to keep my distance from her, or I wouldn’t be responsible for my actions. I ran a hand through my hair and tugged on my sweater. I wanted to take it all off.
Selene turned my way and gulped. She watched me thoughtfully and took a deep breath, gathering enough courage to make herself bold. Her hand shook as she slid down the first strap of her dress. I looked at her collarbone and then at the perfect curve of her neck. She repeated the action on the other shoulder and allowed the dress to slowly fall to the floor.
In an elegant movement, she lifted first one leg and then the other out of the dress until she stood there, balanced on her high heels, displaying herself for me proudly. She wore nothing but a pair of cotton panties, white and angelic, along with a matching bra and some sheer thigh highs.
I looked her all over. I ate her up from head to toe. Her pale skin was milky and luminous, free of imperfections. Her small breasts were high and firm, her stomach flat, and her legs slim and defined. Her hands were locked together, and she watched me timidly.
I rested my chin on one palm and continued staring at her, noting the redness of her cheeks.
“Are you embarrassed to have me look at you?” I asked her, forcing myself to stay seated because if I’d gotten any closer to her, I would have devoured her whole. She shook her head, but she was lying. She couldn’t even hold my gaze for more than two seconds.
I had changed my mind. I got up from my stool and approached her slowly, letting her desire build.
I could feel how much she wanted me. And it was a lot.
I kept staring at her, and it occurred to me that I’d like to take a picture of her. I’d tuck it into my pocket and keep that image with me forever. Selene chewed her lip and lifted her eyes slightly, giving me a slow, sensual flutter of her eyelashes. I stopped right in front of her then and touched her chin, tracing the contours of her lips with my thumb. They were full and rounded, slightly chapped in the middle.
“Lie down,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to the space underneath her ear. Babygirl shivered, and I smiled at her. She sat down slowly on the couch but hesitated a few moments before lying down. When she finally did, her auburn hair fanned out around her. She kept her legs pressed together and her hands in her lap. Her eyes were apprehensive.
I moved closer to her and took a knee. I wanted to be on top of her, next to her but, most of all, inside of her.
“Relax,” I stroked her ankle and gently took her foot so I could slip her shoe off. I let it fall to the floor and cradled her foot in my hands. I massaged it with my thumbs, and she groaned approvingly.
I proceeded to give the other one the same treatment until I felt her muscles relax. I locked eyes with her to show her what was on my mind as I caressed her knee.
Selene gave a slight gasp, but I didn’t stop. Nothing could have stopped me then.
I kneeled down, parting her thighs delicately. I resisted the urge to be rough with her because she was already trembling.
“Will you tell me something more about yourself?” she asked. I tilted my head to one side and considered her question for a moment.
“No,” I answered decisively. I wasn’t going to talk about myself this time either. I fixed my eyes on her white panties, noting the place where the fabric was darker with her wetness.
My Babygirl wanted me.
I stroked up and down her thighs. All I wanted to do was plunge my tongue into her center and do to her what I did to no one else, but Selene unexpectedly pushed me off her.
“Then stop. I don’t want this.” She clamped her legs back together and bent her knees to the side, protecting herself from me. I could hardly believe it—no one ever rejected me. Women threw themselves at me, craved me wildly, and I wasn’t at all used to getting a categorical “no.”
“You really are stupid, aren’t you?” I blurted out, wounded by her rejection. “Do you think it’s easy for me to talk about myself?” I got up and backed away from the couch, leaving her there half-naked and humiliated. I glanced around for my cigarettes before remembering I’d left them in the pocket of my jacket.
“And you think that’s what a woman does? Just goes along with whatever you say?” Her voice behind me sounded sharp. I didn’t bother looking at her as I retrieved my Winstons, extracting one cigarette with my teeth and immediately lighting it up. It was nothing but a desperate attempt to calm myself down, but the nicotine did help.
“No, but a woman should be able to figure out when a man wants to fuck and when he wants to talk. You, on the other hand, have terrible timing.” I took my first drag and blew the smoke out into the air. Selene sat up and folded her legs underneath her.
“You’re the one who’s terrible,” she answered, watching me as I smoked and prowled the room like a caged animal, a giant erection under my jeans as I was forced to listen to her and unable to touch.
What the fuck was going on?
“What are you doing here, then? If I’m so terrible, go find someone nice. Go find Luke,” I said with a dismissive wave.
“I’ll consider it. At least he’s less of an asshole than you!” she shot back at me. I continued smoking so I wouldn’t blow up at her.
“Fuck you,” I hissed.
