He met my gaze. “If I do something you don’t like, tell me.”
“Okay,” I agreed, caught in his stare. “I’ll tell you.”
His hands moved from the belt to the edges of the robe, which he parted—not cautiously, but deliberately. Like he wanted to remember every single second of his uncovering me. Like unwrapping me as a present was just as fun as playing with me later. The robe fell all the way open and hung from my shoulders, revealing my naked breasts, my soft stomach, the private place between my legs.
Kallum did that swallowing thing again, the ball of his Adam’s apple moving up and then back down.
“Now,” he said. “Show me.”
I took the gently buzzing vibrator and positioned the tip of it at my seam, pressing in until I found my opening and then sliding the toy inside. I had to sit on the edge of the chair to do it, but Kallum didn’t seem to mind. His eyes were on where I slowly penetrated myself with the vibrator, over and over again, his hands braced on his thighs. His fingertips were digging into the denim there, but otherwise he didn’t move, didn’t react to what I was doing.
“This is what I was trying,” I explained. “And it feels good, but I can’t seem to get past it feeling good to something better.”
Kallum lifted a hand, and I instinctively arched a little, thinking he might touch me between the legs, that he might touch my breasts or stomach. But instead he ghosted his fingers over the top of my thigh.
“You’re a little tense,” he murmured. “Good tense or bad tense?”
I didn’t know. Maybe mostly good tense, but also...
“You’re the only one who’s seen me naked aside from Michael,” I explained. “I guess that feels strange.” And my body had changed since I was married too, although I sensed Kallum wouldn’t care about that.
Kallum straightened, and before I could ask him what he was doing, he was reaching behind his head and yanking off his shirt. He threw it casually to the side, an act that was weirdly sexy in its unconscious arrogance, and then turned back to face me.
“Now you’re not the only one half undressed,” he teased, but I couldn’t laugh, not when the sight of him without a shirt was like finding myself suddenly in midair, with nothing underneath me. Because yes, I’d seen him last night without a shirt,but now he wasso close, and now I could look at him without feeling like I needed to tear my eyes away, and I could see the bunched points of his nipples, the way the hair on his stomach thickened in a line under his navel. It felt so primal for him to have hair on his stomach, and I never would have thought I’d be into that after being with hyper-groomed Michael for so many years, but I wanted to run my fingers through it, I wanted to feel it pressed against my belly.
“Back to this pretty pussy,” he said, and his words made me squirm. He talked like that in his sex tape too, words likepussyanddickandfuck, and I loved the way they sounded when he said them. Not rude or tawdry, but thrilling. Fun.
His hand found mine, and he pulled, guiding the vibrator out. I tried to let go, thinking he was going to hold the toy for me, and he shook his head. “You’re going to play a game,” he said. “The game is Find Where This Feels Good, and the only rule is that you can’t put the toy anywhere inside your body. Only on the outside.”
That seemed awfully limiting, but I was too hypnotized by the fingers curled around my hand to argue. “And what will you be doing?” I asked.
He used his free hand to tuck my hair behind my ear. Heat crackled through me.
“I’ll be playing my own game,” he answered. His smile was wicked. And then slowly, with plenty of time for me to tell him I didn’t like it, he pushed his thumb toward my center. Mypussy. And then it breached me, sliding in as far as he could push it.
I leaned back in the chair, breathing hard, and moved my hips a little, needing something. Needing more.
“Winnie Baker,” he said seriously. “You have to play your game too.”
Oh right. Vibrator. Places on the outside of my body.
Unsure where to start, I moved the vibrator up my stomach to the underside of my breast, and then circled the areola there, quivering when the tip of the still-wet toy brushed over my nipple. Kallum made a strangled noise as I moved the vibrator away and there was a smear of my own arousal left behind, and then he moved forward. Again, slowly enough for me to stop him.
He licked my nipple, as if to lick the taste of me off my skin. He groaned again and pulled the tip of my breast into his mouth, sucking hard. It was wet and hot and soft and ticklish, and I was moaning, because that along with his touch inside me wasamazing.
He pulled away with a sharp breath, like a starving man flinging himself away from a banquet. “Keep playing your game,” he rasped. He removed his thumb and sucked it clean, and then pushed one of those big fingers inside me. My toes curled.
“Winnie,” he said. “You have work to do.”
So I pressed the toy to my other nipple as Kallum searched and stroked inside me, his sharp gaze not missing a single squirm or shift in my seat. And the vibrator felt really good on my nipple, but I wanted to keep exploring, so I dropped it to my sex, running it around as much of it as I could reach around Kallum’s hand.
And then it grazed my clitoris.
“Oh shit,” I gasped, and Kallum gave a low laugh.
“Yeah,” he said. “Oh shit. Want to do it again?”
“Hell yes,” I said, Addison’s bad influence showing through in my choice of words, and he laughed again. I felt that laugh in my stomach, in my lungs. It rolled through me like thunder.
