“That’s it,” I whisper. “Just like that. Nice and soft for me.”
“I hate how good this feels.”
“No, you don’t. You love it. Your pussy clenching around my fingers gives it away.”
“I’m so close...”
“I know.” I kiss her temple, pushing in further. “You’re so fucking pretty, Leilani.” I press deeper, thumb rolling faster over her clit when she grabs my arm, nails digging into my skin. “Come for me, hellcat.”
The orgasm crests and the gasp she lets out is my all-time number-one melody. I watch her face twist in ecstasy, her thighs quake around my wrist. I keep stroking, helping her ride the wave until she mellows in the tub.
Her eyes open, glossy and dazed, cheeks heating the second I pull my fingers out. They’re covered in blood, glistening under the candlelight.
“You didn’t think I’d go through with it, did you?” I ask, pulling her attention away from my bloody fingers.
She smiles, her post-orgasm face my favorite view. “I didn’t think I’d want you to.”
“Want to go again?” I drag my knuckles across her temple, savoring the heat of her skin.
“God, you’re amenace. One is enough. Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me.” I pull the stopper out, watching the pink water gurgle down the drain.
Once it’s all gone, I turn the faucet and kiss the tip of her nose. Fresh water runs to rinse her off, the sound filling the silence between us. I lean back on my heels, drinking her in. Her gaze dips to the tent in my pants.
“What about you? My mouth works. I can take care of you.”
“And steal my spotlight? Forget it. I’m doing all the caretaking here. All I want you to do islet me.”
24
Leilani
Koby’s been inexplicably agitated for two days, and his sour mood is cumulating tonight.
He came back from running errands for Carter half an hour ago, a stormy cloud with an unreadable expression. He locked himself in the bathroom without a word. Not even a glance my way.
I sit on the couch, legs curled under my butt, an open book beside me. I tried reading to divert my attention from what’s coming, but I’m failing. My gut’s twisting with nerves, and I keep toying with my hair, wondering how the evening will go down.
I’m giving him space, telling myself that whatever’s chewing him up has nothing to do with me, but it’s hard. Everything Koby feels spills over onto me. His moods aren’t his alone, they move through the apartment like weather, and right now it’s tennis-ball-sized hail.
Steam curls out into the hallway once he opens the bathroom door, a masculine scent breaching every room. Heat blooms low in my belly even as my chest stays knotted with nerves.
He stalks into his bedroom, and wardrobe doors slam. Then drawers. Then something else.
I fidget, talking myself out of following him. He obviously needs space. He made that quite clear.
Too bad all I want is proximity.
It’s ten minutes before he joins me, dressed all in black. His damp hair falls over his forehead, and equally dark eyes stare me down as he leans in the doorway.
“You look pretty,” he says, taking me in inch by inch. He sounds calm on the surface, but I know him too well to be fooled. He’s agitated. “How was your day?”
“Oh, just peachy.” I stand, my arms crossed over my chest, that temper I’ve been keeping in check for days finally rearing its ugly head. “I particularly loved being alone, waiting here for you, then watching you walk past like I’m invisible.”
His cologne snakes between us, driving me crazy. I fucking hate how good he smells. Like malt liquor and heat, skin, violence, and something I want too much. I love it... but I hate that it’s dissolving my anger.
It makes me furious, makes me want to claw at him until I forget why. I take a step forward, unsure whether I’ll slap him or kiss him.
