Logan had never come back, but his words were still bouncing around inside my head.
Selene and I had lunch together, and then she spent a few hours with Matt. I had no idea where they went or what they talked about, but I knew it was right for her to have some time with her father. Judging by her eyes when she came back, though, things between them had gone poorly yet again.
I leaned against the doorframe and watched as she stood in the bedroom, painstakingly fastening her bra.
She’d just taken a shower.
Her scent hung in the air, commingling with my own.
I looked her slowly from bottom to top, appreciating every detail. I began with her tapering feet, her defined calves, and her tight thighs. I craned my neck slightly to better admire the curve of her ass and gave a groan of approval.
She was perfect.
I moved my eyes up over her flat stomach to the bounty of her.
Her tits would look even better, though, if they were being cradled in my hands or mouth. That was where they belonged.
She hadn’t realized I was there, and she gasped when she turned around and caught a glimpse of my shadowy figure in the doorway. She quit doing up her bra to stare intensely at me.
“Did…” she swallowed. “Did you want to get dressed?” she asked timidly.
“No, you go ahead…” I answered, remaining motionless in that same arrogant stance. She watched me with passionate longing, and I knew she wanted me to say something else to her, but I was determined to keep my desires in check.
“What, don’t you want me anymore?” she needled me with a sly smile.
So Tinkerbell liked to play games with me.
And, standing there all sweet-smelling in her underwear, she would pose a serious challenge to any red-blooded man.
In answer to her question, I took her delicately by the wrist and pressed her open palm to my hard cock.
She sucked in a breath but didn’t resist. She’d asked if I wanted her anymore… Well, I’d answer her question in my own special way.
I let her feel my full length before pushing her hand down to my balls. I narrowed my eyes, delighting in her light, timid touch while she held her breath. I moved closer to steal that breath right out of her lungs.
Again…more…always more. I could never get enough.
“I’d say the answer is pretty clear,” I whispered before giving her a deliberately brief kiss to leave her wanting more. Selene shut her eyes, anticipating more intense contact, but I just laughed merrily. She took a step back, realizing I was baiting her.
“Want to go out tonight?” I asked her abruptly, thinking again of what Logan had said. He was right—I couldn’t let her think she was my whole world here in this pool house and then just rip that away from her without warning. She deserved to have some fun, to be with her friends and to live something like a normal life.
“What do you mean?” she murmured in surprise, pushing her bangs to one side and dazzling me with her big eyes, luminous like the sea at sunrise.
“It’s Saturday night. We could go out. Logan’s going clubbing with his friends, and he said they’d like to see you. I’ll go with you.” I shrugged, and her expression shifted from stunned to thrilled. For a second, I was annoyed at the idea that she was so happy to lose time going out to some shitty club with her friends instead of staying home with me, but I reined in my instinctive selfishness and forced myself to think. It was just a night out; what mattered was that we were together. It didn’t matter where we were or who else we were with.
“And the Krew? Don’t you want to see them?” She bent down to dig a pair of high-waisted jeans and a very short skirt out of her bag. I frowned, looking at the second garment, and she stared at me, waiting for a response.
“I see them plenty when I’m on my own,” I told her.
“So Jennifer can come on to you unimpeded, right?” She lifted up the skirt and peered at it as though debating whether or not to wear it. She also got her little sly shots in, showing me just how jealous and possessive of me she really was, despite the fact that I’d told her repeatedly that I wouldn’t tolerate her attaching any strings or restrictions to us.
“Whatever Jennifer does or doesn’t do, it shouldn’t mean a thing to you. I haven’t slept with her in months, if that’s what you were thinking,” I told her, entirely honestly. I hadn’t even felt the need to seek out other attention since before Selene even moved in. At that moment in time, Tinkerbell was the only one my body wanted. It would have been pointless to fuck any other women when I wouldn’t even be able to come with them.
She let the skirt drop and hurled herself at me, flinging her arms around my neck. I went rigid, like I always did when she came at me like that, full of sweet, effusive affection.
“Wow, is Neil Miller being faithful to me?” Her hand sank into my hair, stroking my scalp. I swallowed as her breasts brushed against my abdomen. A fire ignited in my chest that would have burned us both if I didn’t keep it under control.
“Yes,” I admitted, and she smiled, delighted like I had never seen her before. She stood up on her tiptoes, pressing her still-half-naked body against me, to give me a kiss. I opened my lips, responding with identical passion. I slid a hand through her silken hair before cupping the nape ofher neck and using it to pull her closer to me. I was going to take everything she had to give. I devoured her, feeding on her feminine power, her feeling, and her sickly sweetness as I stole a little bit more of her dreams. Finally, she broke away from me, panting.
