I turn to look at him, and he grabs the two edges of the shirt, doing up the one button that somehow, is still on the shirt.
I do only have the one bathroom, the door off the living room. My brow furrows as I look up at him.
Why is he dressing me to cross the living room?
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Rush
I can seethe question in her eyes.
She should be questioning me. Today I had cameras installed in her living room. The idea of another man seeing her body, makes me want to hit things. But I can’t tell her any of it.
I can tell Gigi’s insecure about her figure, she shouldn’t be. She’s the perfect blend of curves and shapeliness, her bit of softness only making her more stunning.
I want to worship every inch of her, and I don’t intend to share.
I still remember all the reasons I had them installed. Gigi is hiding important information from me.
But the way she just allowed me to touch her. She wasn’t faking and she isn’t pretending. That woman handed herself over to me, allowing me complete control, and loved every second of it. There is a bond between us that can’t be denied and as much as I intended to deepen our relationship to discover her secrets, if I’m careful, I think I can both learn who she really is and keep her in my bed.
Which is why I tug the ends of the shirt together, wishing it had more of its buttons, and then then reach for my pants. “We were loud,” I rumble. “I’m going to put on pants in case we woke up Emma.”
Her eyes light with understanding, her brows lifting. “She sleeps through most anything, and with being new to school, she’s even more tired than usual.”
I kiss her forehead, my hand coming to her back as I open her bedroom door. Being at her place is a necessity with Emma, but this would be easier if we were in my apartment. It’s three bedrooms, three and half baths, with excellent insulation between all the rooms.
We step out into the living room, and I stand between her and the camera as she walks to the bathroom.
She opens the door and I follow her in, closing it behind me.
Gigi turns to me, her eyebrows hiking back up her forehead. “Umm.”
I grab a whole handful of her ass, pulling her hips into the cradle of mine. “If you’re looking for privacy, I might not be your man.”
I don’t want to tell her just how in her business I want to be. There is something about Gigi that makes me want to smother her in my attention. No space.
Growing up with five older brothers, I had to be harder, faster, smarter, quicker, because I was always the smallest and youngest.
It’s made me a tough man, I know it.
Which means Gigi can be as gentle and submissive as she likes, I’m here for all of it.
Her mouth falls open as she stares at me. “My man?”
I grab her other ass cheek, my hands so nice and full I’m getting another hard on. Christ, that is unbelievable, even forme. “Just in case we need to be clear, I am. Which makes you my woman. No other man touches you. I don’t share.”
“That was clear,” she whispers. But she doesn’t stiffen or pull away. If anything, she settles closer. “Crystal.”
I capture her mouth again, like kissing forms some sort of pact.
When I finally let her go, her mouth looks like she’s been ravaged. Her lips are already full and lush but now, they’re puffy and swollen from my attention.
I growl out my satisfaction, but I let her go and open the bathroom door. I’ll let her pee in peace tonight, but she’s going to have to get used to the fact that I don’t want a lot of privacy.
I stand right outside the bathroom door, my arms crossed over my bare chest as I listen to her use the bathroom, wash up, and then open the door.
She’s brushed her hair too. I liked it all mussed, but I run my hand over the blonde locks, bending down to kiss her again before I lead her back to the bedroom. “I’ll be right in.”
