I ignore the noise as my pussy grows wetter, rocking my hips against my hand.
CHIRRUP.
What the fuck was that?I slow my movements and turn my head toward the direction of the sound. On the pillow next to my head, beady black eyes separated by two creepy-ass antennae stare back at me, and I let out a scream that could shatter a diamond.
I launch myself off the bed like a pole vaulter, scrambling across the floor and up onto the dresser that sits against the far wall. Risking a look at the bed, I see the offensive creature is still on my pillow, though it’s turned its crusty black body toward me. The motherfucker is looking at me, and I scream again.
The door beside me bursts open, and Remi slides in on bare feet, his head whipping from side to side. “Mindy!” he yells before noticing me standing on top of the dresser like a psycho. “Mindy, what the fuck is going on?”
“Cricket,” I manage to squeak out. “On my bed.”
He looks. I don’t. Instead I clamp my eyes shut and press my palms against the wall behind me for balance. Then I feel hands on my waist.
“Come on, baby. I got you.” He lifts me effortlessly, and I wrap my arms and legs around him, koala style, and bury my face in his neck. “You’re okay.”
“Don’t put me down,” I order. “There could be more of them on the floor. There’s probably a whole-ass orchestra of them.”
My eyes are clamped firmly shut, but I feel movement, my body so tight against his I can feel his chuckle. “An orchestra?”
“That’s what a horde of crickets is called,” I tell him, hearing the door close. “Crunchy little bastards. I think he wanted to bite me.”
One of his strong arms is beneath my ass, the other hand stroking a soothing line up and down my back. “I’m not sure crickets bite, sweetheart.”
“I bet this one would. He was some kind of demon cricket, just sitting on my pillow and watching me…” I halt my words because, yeah, I’m not admitting what Beelzebub the cricket was watching me do.
Remi sets me gently on the couch in his room, and I crumple down against the back of it, wrapping my arms around my knees. His fingers sift through my hair, and I finally open my eyes, finding his slightly amused but mostly sympathetic.
“Just wait here. I’ll take care of it.”
I nod and hug my knees tighter. My teeth grind together as I prepare to hear the sounds of an epic battle, but the only thing I hear is the sound of a toilet flushing. And then he’s back with my purse and my suitcase, which he leaves beside the closed door.
“The beast is now resting in his watery grave,” he says with the hint of a smile as he sits beside me.
“Thank you,” I gush gratefully. “I don’t think I can go back in there. I know I’m being stupid, but those things really freak me out.”
“You’re not being stupid, and I have an extra room you can sleep in.” He picks up my right hand and lays a kiss along the back of my knuckles. And then he freezes.
Oh. Shit.That’s the hand I was using between my legs a couple minutes ago.
Remi’s eyes turn the color of dark chocolate as he runs my fingers beneath his nose. “What were you doing in there, Mindy?” His voice…mother of god, the man’s deep voice is the exact one I was fantasizing about.
I attempt to pull my hand away, but his tightens around my wrist. “N-nothing,” I stutter before swallowing hard. “My room, my business.”
His lips quirk up knowingly on one side, andholy shit, he’s still sniffing my motherfucking fingers. “Unless you were thinking about a certain someone. Then that would make it his business too, correct?”
“I-I don’t…” The words catch in my throat when Remi circles the tip of his tongue around the end of my middle finger.
“Hmmm,” he growls. “This tastes familiar.” Then my entire finger is inside his mouth. He sucks. He laps. He doesn’t leave a molecule of…me… on my skin. I watch with my mouth gaped open when he pulls off with a pop and gives my index finger a test lick. “This one too? Naughty girl.”
Dear sweet baby Jesus.Now he’s sucking that finger as well and just as thoroughly, his tongue rough and wet and incredibly provocative. When he’s finished, he drags his tongue up the length of my ring finger and frowns, not finding my taste there.
“You only used two?”
I squinch my eyes shut in humiliation because it’s obvious he knows exactly what I was up to on that bed. My head bobs in a nod of admission, and he’s silent until I open my eyes again.
His face is an inch from mine, a smirk curling up the corners of his mouth. “Sweetheart, I think we both know if you were thinking of my cock fucking you, you would need at least three fingers.” He brushes his thumb over my bottom lip, his hot gaze following the movement. “And youwerethinking of my cock, weren’t you?”
Maintaining some sense of defiance, I raise my chin. “Of course not.”
