I chuckle. “It certainly makes cooking more fun. But if I was accosting you, you would know it.” I lower my head so my lips whisper over her ear. “Would you like me to accost you?”
“I want to finish my job.”
“Tell me why you felt the need to clean my already spotless kitchen.”
“It was disorganized.”
“Do you make a habit of reorganizing your host’s cupboards?”
“I don’t make it a habit to be a guest at all.”
“Let me give you some ground rules, trouble.”
Her hands grip the counter as she releases a slow breath. “Trouble?”
She’s avoiding the question, but I’m done letting her wiggle away. “Your new name.”
“I’m hardly trouble.”
“You are the embodiment of trouble.”
She sighs. “Ground rules?”
Of course she is more interested in the rules. “First rule: if you are walking around the apartment with your clothes on, they should be dry.”
She looks down and utters a curse. I grin against her skin. “I didn’t realize, but I don’t have any other clothes until tomorrow.”
“There are plenty of shirts in the closet. Help yourself.”
“Anything else?”
“How often do you get yourself off?”
“Excuse me?”
“How often do you bring yourself pleasure, Eleanor?”
“Most nights.”
Fuck.
“Sometimes more,” she adds, her voice gravelly.
“In the interest of being kind to your gracious host, would you consider letting me watch?”
“Absolutely fucking not.”
“Spoilsport.”
“I need to finish putting the food away.”
Nice change of topic. “Then finish.”
Her throat bobs as she swallows.That’s right, Eleanor, you’ll have to turn to face me.I’m not touching her. She’s not trapped. I wouldn’t do that unless it’s something she’s into, but I would give her a safe word to use to gain her freedom.
Surprising the hell out of me, she arches her back and pushes her ass against me. Fuck. I don’t step back. She’s teasing me, and while I might be walking around with blue balls until I can grab a shower, I don’t shy away from it. I can’t. Showing weakness at this stage wouldn’t help me get real with her.
“Anyone ever told you that you have a perfect ass?”
