“What if I wanna know everything?” Her large blue eyes scanned my face, slowly dropping to my lips before flicking back up. She was holding steady in a taunt, a fucking temptation I was close to giving into.
I dropped my arm, pinning myself between her body and the couch. She glanced down at the spot my hand rested on her waist. I toyed with the hem of her t-shirt, slipping beneath the fabric when she didn’t object.
“I’ll tell you anything you wanna know,” I answered honestly. “As long as you ask. I’m just not that good at talking about myself. Not much interesting there.”
Lennox shifted forward, letting her fingers drift along my skin. She trailed them through my chest hair, watching and waiting for me to tell her to stop.
I didn’t have it in me anymore.
It was a horrible idea—truly terrible—but I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t care about all the ‘what ifs’ and ‘shouldn’ts’ tonight. For the first time in my life, I wanted to be selfish.
“I dunno about that,” she whispered. “I think you’re kind of terrifying.”
“Terrifying?” She nodded. “I didn’t think there was anything that could terrify you.”
“Not much does,” she said, and there was an undeniable hint of honesty in her voice. “I’ve always been what people call ‘reckless and irresponsible.’ I’d call it fearless, but…”
“But?”
Lennox licked her lips, and I ached for her touch. To know what it would feel like to have her swirl her tongue around my tip and?—
“But you scare me more than anything. I can’t stop thinking about you, and it’s—I don’t know—it’s fucking me up. If I’m not thinking about how infuriating your snarky little comments are or trying to convince myself that giving in would be a cataclysmic mistake, I’m thinking about what it would be like to kiss you and?—”
Lennox didn’t finish her sentence. I didn’t let her. Before I knew it, my mouth was on hers, and we were moving. I clung to her waist, gripping it tighter as she swung her leg over, trying to straddle me.
“Lennox…” I breathed, but she wasn’t listening.
“Stupid penis pillow,” she mumbled, yanking it from my lap and throwing it across the room.
Penis pillow?
But then she was on top of me, grinding down onto my hard length in a way that was downright pornographic.
Fuck. It was better than I ever imagined.
Her lips came down hungrily on mine, tongues eagerly exploring one another until we were consumed. She groaned into my mouth as my fingers dug into her hips. I hoped they bruised. I hope she left this loft with my fucking mark imprinted on her skin.
Lennox breathed my name as I pulled myself away to place slow, languid kisses along her jawline. Her skin was just as sweet as I remembered, and like a man starved, I devoured her.
Her hands slid from my shirt and up my shoulders until they were wound in my hair, pulling me closer. She tipped her head back, letting me run my tongue along the column of her neck.
“Fuck, killer… You taste so good,” I whispered, letting a low groan loose as she moved her hips.Shit, now I really was going to come in my pants.“You gotta slow down.”
“What?” she mumbled, pulling back just enough to look down at my pained expression. “Oh my god, don’t tell me you don’t want this now. Don’t go back on your word and?—”
I brought my hand between us, wrapping it around her neck and lightly squeezing so she stopped talking. “Did I say I was going back on my word?” I growled, enjoying the way her eyes widened in surprise. She melted into my touch. So pliant. So fucking beautiful.
Lennox shook her head, and I leaned in. “I just needed you to stop grinding that perfect pussy on me because I am so close to embarrassing myself.”
She glanced down between us, a devious smile spreading across her lips. “Bishop Bryant, are you gonna come in your pants?” Her hips rolled again, and I bit back a moan. “You flatter me.”
I squeezed tighter. “You’re a fucking brat.”
“Tell me something I don’t know, Bish.”
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since that night in the bar,” I said, leaning in to kiss her. “Haven’t been able to stop wondering if you only came home with me because you were drunk or if you really wanted to. Haven’t?—”
“I didn’t get sick because I was drunk,” she panted. “I stopped drinking after you whispered all those dirty words in my ear because I wanted to remember everything.”
