That only made me grip my hand even tighter around her arm.
So, not only was I holding her luggage hostage, but I also had her wrist bound, like some kind of unhinged kidnapper. Yet I couldn’t bring meself to physically let her go.
“What happened earlier—we were both there, right?” I tried and failed to keep the desperate note out of my voice. “Do you really think there’s any way in hell I don’t want that to happen again?”
“But…” She stopped trying to get her hand back. However, her expression filled with confusion. “You were so quiet during dinner. Then you just started glaring at me because… Why, exactly, if you don’t want me to go?”
Fuck me. I couldn’t blame her for being puzzled by my behavior. Bloody hell, I was confused meself. Desiring someone the way I did her was a brand-new situation for me. A mind-fuck and a half.
Maybe that was why the truth came spilling out of my gob without me trying to put any kind of spin on it. “Because I was kickin’ meself for takin’ you so fast against the window. Because I regret not removin’ your bra to get a gawp at those beautiful breasts of yours before I lost all control. Because I was fightin’ the urge to rip that bulky hoodie off ya and sue the shite company that made it for defamation. Because I was holdin’ meself back from sweepin’ the table and takin’ you again on top of it. Because I’d rather be talkin’ about how to make my piss-poor performance up to you than just about anythin’ else right now.”
I shook my head at her. “Finish that ‘because’ any way you want to, Kayla. But know that it’s not because I don’t want you here.”
I pulled her to me and shuddered at the feel of her soft body against mine. “I more than want you here. I can barely think, I want you here so bad. Feel…”
I had absolutely zero non-disclosure agreements signed, and there was a high-percentage chance that if Kayla found out who I really was, this could all blow up in my face and end in a lawsuit. Maybe a couple of them.
But I brought her hand down to the front of my jeans anyway.
“Kayla,feel…” I pushed her hand down past my waistband, where the beast I was trying to keep at bay resided. “Feel for yourself what you do to me.”
She let out a little gasp. I thought she might snatch her hand away. Maybe even accuse me of being a pervert for making her touch me this way.
But instead, she gave it a squeeze, almost exploratory in nature. Then suddenly, I was the one taking a swift intake of breath.
My erection pulsed under her touch, threatening to release again just because she was giving it some attention. Did she have any idea, I mean, even a clue, what she did to me?
Apparently not.
“Something wet’s coming out, but it’s not...” Her voice scrunched up with innocent confusion. “What is that?”
Jesus Christ. This mouse…
Still, I unzipped my jeans and pulled my erection out so she could see for herself exactly what she was doing to me.
“Pre-cum. Means I’m excited. Proper excited.” I battled with meself to stay still as I explained, lest she stop doing what she was doing. “You’ve never had a man want you so bad he starts leakin’ like this when you touch him?”
She looked up at me and shook her head, her brown eyes filled with innocent wonder.
“There weren’t a lot of guys before my ex,” she confessed on a whisper. “And no, he never wanted me quite like this….”
I immediately knew that her ex was either a prick or incredibly stupid. Probably both.
In any case, Kayla was a fantasy come true—completely wasted on a knob like that.
I could only let meself steal short glances of her dark hand, stroking my pale flesh, for fear of coming again. And soon, even looking away wasn’t enough to keep the dangerous pulse of my release at bay.
“You can keep on doin’ that,” I told her. “But if you do, it’s gonna be more than pre-cum soon here. You’ll be gettin’ the real deal—my spunk all over your pretty little hand.”
She looked away from me shyly then.
But her hand didn’t stop stroking.
And,fuck me… I began to spasm inside her palm.
Her eyes. I wanted her eyes.
I dipped my head in front of hers to catch them, only to have her look to the other side. While she kept on stroking.
