I laughed. “Is that smack talk?”
Eisley slid along the island and then sprinted out of the room.I chased after her, laughing at the way she giggled excitedly as she raced through the house. I caught her as we rounded the opening into the living room and tossed us onto the couch. I dug my fingers into her sides and began to tickle her.
“Oh! Oh! Stop! Kansas!” She kicked and howled with laughter as I continued tickling her.I rolled so I was on top of her, and our cheeks were flushed. Her breasts were rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.I stared deep into her powerful brown eyes. So deep, yet playful. And her lips…
I leaned down and tasted her. Our lips pressed together, and she was only hesitant a moment before her mouth parted.
My hands had a mind of their own. They slid down her hips and found the edge of her skirt. Wasting no time, I ran my finger up her panties. Soaking wet.
“Remember when we were younger?” I breathed into her ear. “When we’d play boyfriend and girlfriend? That we were like all the other kids. And you’d let me…”
I pushed her panties to the side and ran my hand over her smooth pussy.Eisley’s eyes drifted closed and her muscles relaxed under me.I spread her pussy lips and kissed her again.
“Why don’t we play some more? It doesn’t have to be real…”She turned her head, and I bent down, running my tongue from her collarbone up to her chin, finding her lips again. “You’ve missed me, haven’t you, princess?”
I pushed my finger past her lips and swirled her wetness around. God, she was dripping.
“Ah…” she gasped. Her back arched, and I moved deeper, enjoying the way her body unraveled because of my fingers.
“Have you let anyone else touch you like this?”
When she didn’t answer, I nipped her lobe and asked again, more demanding.
“No. And we shouldn’t be doing this now, Kansas.”
“Then stop me,” I growled and pinched her clit. I took my time, getting her close and then drawing back, only to do it again.
She moaned and groaned against me, thrusting up and urging me to go deeper, slide a finger inside her, but I knew better. The moment I tried, she’d force me to stop.
My cock pressed against her thigh. I rubbed my thumb along her clit, moving faster and faster. Was she going to let me finish her this time?
She was squirming and whimpering so much I thought she’d allow herself to come, but right when she was about to go over the edge, she shoved me off of her and sat up.
“Kansas, we shouldn’t be… we’re not…” She brushed her hair back quickly and pulled her legs up to her chest. Her face was flushed, and I could only imagine the ache her body felt as she came back down.
I leaned over and brushed the thumb with her arousal on it over her lip. I slid my pointer finger into her mouth and shoved it as deep as I could. She sucked it for a moment and then blinked and pulled away. She leapt up and straightened her clothes.
“We can’t. You know this. Not anymore.”
“Not ever,” I muttered, standing as well. I shifted my jeans and willed my cock to go down.The familiar deep ache in my balls returning with a vengeance.
“What does that mean?” She crossed her arms, making her tits look even better.
I looked toward the ceiling. She wasn’t making this any easier for me.
“You know what it means. Tell me, are you still pretending that you don’t want me as much as I want you?” I reached out, pinching her chin. With my other hand, I grabbed her hip and pulled her against me. My cock throbbed, sending my message home.
“It doesn’t matter. You know that.” She pushed me away and ran her hands through her hair again. “I should go get you that drink. Bourbon, right?” She didn’t wait for me to answer and fled to the kitchen.
“Eisley!” I followed behind her. “I’m sorry. I thought we were—”
“Were what?” she snapped. Standing at the island, she slammed a tumbler down and poured dark amber liquor into it. She reached for a thinner bottle of purple liquid and added it to my drink. “We’re not anything.” She slid the drink over to me.
I reached for it and brought it to my lips. “You’re angry with me.”
She shook her head. “You don’t get to come back and pretend like… like—” She stumbled over her words. “Like things are different. Nothing’s changed.” She fingered her necklace—a slim chain with a ring on it—as she swallowed and prepared the speech I’d heard a hundred times.
It wasn’t fair.We’d escaped the Minister.Constantine didn’t.And for that reason, we weren’t allowed to be together. She couldn’t be with anyone at all, not just me, knowing he died trying to save her. This was her eternal punishment for not going back. We could have saved him.
