I almost laughed. Kelly didn’t have a fucking clue how far in over his head he was with her. She’d eat him alive. But I might like to watch.
And that was the problem now…
I couldn’t get it out of my head.
I kicked off my shoes and rolled my shirt sleeves up, then tied my hair up in a bun.
Maia watched my every move as she wiggled and squirmed enticingly with an arm behind her back, but she couldn’t seem to get her zipper down.
“I need help.” She pouted.
“I should send you back downstairs to ask Kelly. He seemed all too willing to help you.”
Now her face shuttered, telling me everything I needed to know. Sure, she’d crossed a fundamental line with my drummer in the past, but Kelly was a different situation entirely. The more determined she was to pretend she didn’t want him, the more it made me want to force her to admit it. She was holding back again, refusing to just tell me what she wanted.
What was she so scared of?
She’d alluded to how judgmental the guy she’d been with was. Maybe it was him or maybe she didn’t trust me anymore.
“There was nothing really happening between us,” she said too quickly.
I was pretty sure she actually believed that.
Oh, baby girl, you’re lying to yourself.
I pulled her zipper down slowly, savoring every inch of her soft skin as it was revealed. She artfully pushed the dress off her shoulders and tugged it down to the floor.
She stood perfectly still as I ran my fingers under the straps of her thong, tracing it along her hips. The goosebumps on her skin and her deep breathing gave away how badly she wanted this, but she was controlling herself.
“Do you miss her?” I asked.
“Who?” she said, sounding confused.
“The woman you were back then…”
“I’m still her,” she said indignantly.
“Are you, though?” I bent her over the arm of the couch and yanked her panties down to her knees. “You’ve toned her down, shoved her into a box to fit what other people want. Why can’t you just tell me what you want?”
I was too tired to play the game where she pretended she didn’t want this again.
She didn’t even look back at me. “I want you to shut the fuck up and make me come.”
Now that, I can do.
I combed my fingers through her hair and tied it back out of the way. “Do you know I was doing a safety walkthrough when you were sending me dirty shit earlier? Checking our pyro setup to make sure no one gets hurt and my little brat thinks it’s okay to distract me.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have been checking your phone,” she said in that tone I loved.
“Close your eyes,” I said.
She obeyed.
“Keep them closed.”
I pulled a box of matches out of my pocket and struck one inches from her face. She flinched and sucked in a tiny gasp, but kept her eyes closed even as the warmth of the flame must’ve kissed her cheek.
“Good girl. You can open them.”
