I giggled again, my nerves bubbling up and out of my mouth.
He snorted and glanced away, trying to compose his face and sucking at it.
“What’d I do?”I stuck out my bottom lip.
“You implied that four months with me felt like an eternity.”He did manage a very supervillain eyebrow arch, at that.
“Did I?”I batted my eyelashes.“That doesn’t sound like me.”
“Uh-huh.So I just made that up?”
I bit at my bottom lip, stifling another giggle… but in spite of how silly it felt, there was a definite fire in his eyes.His hand was hot where it held my chin, and he brushed my bitten lip with his thumb, gaze fixing on it.
He leaned forward, and I tilted my head.
He took my chin in his hand, thumb pressing into my cheek on one side, fingers on the other, and held it still.His lips hovered there, just an inch from mine, his breath hot and sweet from after-dinner plum wine.My skin tingled everywhere as my half-hard dick experienced a sudden and delicious rush of blood.
“You’ll have to pay for that too,” he whispered.I couldn’t see his mouth, but the squint of his eyes behind his thick-rimmed glasses gave his smile away.
“Ooh.”I raised both eyebrows but didn’t fuckingmoveanything else.Letting him hold me in place.“Big man.”
He laughed, a low, rumbly sound, and slipped his thumb past my lips, into my mouth.
My dick got another rush, and I licked the pad of it and sucked it in.Hard.Still watching his eyes.
For just a second, his eyes flashed, and he stared at my mouth, transfixed.
I would’ve laughed again, but he chose that exact moment to pull his thumb out of my mouth with a pop and take a step back.
I hovered there, still leaning forward like he was holding me up.
He lifted his chin, using it to indicate the bookshelf that hid the bed from the rest of the apartment.“Get undressed,” he said.
I didn’t know this could really happen, but I swear to god, my knees went weak.I swallowed a little whimper and tried to stand straight again.Didn’t wanna give in so easy, but goddamn, he was the perfect fucking combination of hot and funny right now.It was too much.I did manage a little pursed lip and, “What about you?”
“Racking up the offences, Diego.”He shook his head.
“I’m not!”
“Nope, keep going.I have all night.”
Goddamn, the way my dick was trying to jump out of my incredibly tight jeans was just obscene.And he’d barely touched me.
Now it was my turn to say, “Ooh,” but entirely seriously.“That was good.”
His face scrunched up.“Was it?I feel like I suck at improv.”
“No, babe, you’re good at being bossy.Really, you’re crushing it.”
He nodded, steeling his face again.
I flounced over to the bookshelf and then around it, grinning to myself like an idiot.Quickly, I shucked my shoes, socks, pants, and shirt… then paused as I had another of those faintly evil thoughts.I walked back around the bookshelf still wearing my shorts, cock struggling ridiculously to be free of them, and held out both hands.“Happy?”
While I’d been undressing, he’d managed to school his face.He’d also opened a few more buttons on his shirt, so some dark, soft hair escaped.Fuck, I wanted to bury my face in it.And the way he was sitting, with one arm over the back of the couch, one ankle propped up on the other knee… okay, that was new.He was actuallyowningthe space, which I’d never seen him do; he was very conscientious aboutnotmanspreading, usually.
I bit my lip again, trying not to smile too big.But he ran his gaze up and down me, and then looked me in the eye and said, “What do you think?”
I moved a little nearer but slowly, like I was the one doing the teasing.“I think you’re very happy to see me.”
