Maybe she’s tying up loose ends for her brother.
Or maybe she was just toying with me in the bar; maybe we aren’t on the same page.
Walking down the hallway and into my bedroom. Flipping on the bathroom light, stopping at the mirror and sigh with disappointment.
“What?” comes from behind me.
4
“You didn’t think I would stand you up, did you?”
Eyes come up in the mirror, locking with mine before he slowly turns around, taking me in.
His expression is what I was going for when I broke into his house, stripped naked and have been lying on his bed for the last 20 minutes.
“Actually.” I start again. “I had to wait for so long; I thought you had changed your mind.”
He shakes his head slowly from side to side before tugging his lip between his teeth.
“Was just about to take care of myself. Come all over your bed, so can smell me when you sleep.”
His mouth parts, I’m sure the images plaguing his mind. “How’d you get in?” his voice rasps out.
“I broke in your back door.”
It doesn’t even faze him, which somehow turns me on more than the bathroom earlier, and seeing the jealousy on his face when his cop buddy was trying to hit on me.
“I parked down the street, just in case. Don’t need anyone being murdered.”
The corner of his mouth tilt upwards as he grasps what’s happening around him.
“I thought you didn’t know where I lived?”
Rolling my eyes, stepping into him, closing the distance between us until my nipples graze his t-shirt. “Really, Eli, I’m standing in front of you naked.” Grabbing hold of his hand, I run it up my inner thigh until he’s cupping me. “Wet, and wanting you to fuck me, and that’s what you want me to tell you.”
He gulps as his fingers graze me.
The dazed expression is only momentary. A smile spreads on his face as his eyes darken, and stepping into me.
Shit
Backing me up to the door, his fingers rub against my clit. I try to maintain my composure, immediately failing.
“Yes, that’s what I want you to tell me.”
My breathing hitches as I look up at him.
“And what if I don’t?” Being able to keep my panting under control for a moment.
Leaning into me, I can feel his chuckle rumble through my body. “I guess I’ll have to figure out a way to get it out of you. Won’t I?”
His words only make my walls tighten around his fingers.
“Ho — how would you do that?” I stumble over my words.
“I don’t know.” He smirks, sliding his fingers out, moving them, and toying with my clit again. “I guess I’ll just have to think of something.”
His hand comes, gripping hold of my neck as he spins us around, this time backing me up until I feel the cold countertop pressing against my lower back. His tongue comes out, grazing his bottom lip and pulling it back into his mouth with his teeth.
