“Want to tell me about those thoughts? I can do everything you’ve imagined.”
His eyes find mind, but I don’t see the desire I expect in them as he swallows.
“God, how I wish for those things to come true.”
My hands falter as I shove my jeans down because the man is confusing me.
“Are you challenging me?” I kick my jeans away, leaving me standing in nothing but mismatched underwear. I didn’t exactly see my day going this way, but from the way his eyes scan my body, he doesn’t seem disappointed about the white bra and pink panties.
He doesn’t speak as I step into him, his hands immediately resting on my hips.
My heart slows as I press my lips to his throat, his height preventing me from reaching his lips unless he allows it. He’s the embodiment of comfort, a touchstone that settles the pain I’ve felt in his absence.
“Kiss me,” I beg.
The man does not disappoint. His lips find mine as he lifts me from the floor, my legs circling his waist as we both moan at the contact we share.
He’s already hard, his strong hand on my lower back as he presses against me, and I take it as a win.
“Sylvie, wait.”
Tears burn behind my eyes at the rejection as he pulls his mouth away.
“I didn’t come over here to fuck you.”
His words don’t match his actions when he refuses to put me down as I try to wiggle away from him.
“I want to talk.”
“You want to talk dirty?” I hedge, trying to make a joke when my heart reminds me that it can’t take much more abuse at the hands of this man. “I’m game.”
He pulls his head back, a smile toying on his lips when I try to press my mouth to his.
With my hands on his shoulders, I push back, doing my best to create as much distance as I can manage.
His eyes drop to my chest, and even though I know I should run far from him and his manipulation, I reach behind me and release the clasp, letting the soft cotton tease my skin as I pull it down and toss it to the floor.
The desire I’ve been missing flares in his eyes, and although I know I should be the one pumping the brakes because this interaction is sure to leave me a sobbing mess on the floor, I just can’t seem to do it.
He lifts me a little higher, his hot, perfect mouth capturing the tip of my breast, but he releases it with a pop far too soon.
“The other one is jealous,” I tease, rolling my opposite shoulder in his direction.
“This isn’t working for me.”
Crash and burn.
I didn’t think there was a single thing on this earth that could dampen my passion for this man, but here we are.
“Put me down,” I snap.
He doesn’t listen, however.
He carries me across the room and locks his arms around my waist as he sits on the sofa, me now straddling his lap.
“I don’t want to just fuck you.”
“Then don’t just fuck me. As I recall, you’re decently talented with your tongue.”