“No, nothing. I’m good, Ryan; I’d tell you if I wasn’t. I’m a big baby with pain or being ill.”
She was a brave goddess, and he gently kissed her temple. Seeing no protest, he repeated the gesture, prompting Lisa to turn on the stool and look up at him. Clearly, she wanted him to kiss her, so he leaned in eagerly, already tasting her. However, her hand on his chest stopped him. She didn’t release her grip until her hand was clutching the neck of his muscle tee. Then, playfully, the goddess traced her finger along the edge, touching his hot skin, which felt even warmer from her touch.
“Ryan.” Her voice was sex-soaked.
“Hm?”
“Did I say you could kiss me?”
Fuck. Him.
Splice was instantly hard in his jeans, like rock fucking solid, while all the blood rushed out of his head and headed south, hearing the sinful tone of her voice.
“Did I give express permission for your mouth to touch me just then?”
Splice was seconds away from dropping to his knees and yanking her legs open to give Lisa his personal apology.
His voice box was thick with lust when he held her gaze and answered.
“I assumed you were thinking it,” he half-grinned, and she smiled back at him, making her even prettier than she already was. There was no part of Lisa he didn’t think was pretty, and being around her made him act like a leashed dog, so fucking happy to be with his owner again.
“You’ve forgotten all the manners I taught you,” she reminded him of times she’d held him at bay for hours, not allowing him to touch her while the tension and suspended desire built like a forest fire between them. When she’d allowed him to touch her, they’d been a combustible entity; the sex had been like no other.
It wasn’t the first time Lisa had acted on their sexual dynamic in the past days, and it was like she’d kicked him in the solar plexus for how actively eager he wanted to be.
Just yesterday, when he’d insisted on carrying her upstairs to bed when she’d fallen asleep with her head on his lap, watching one of her Asian dramas, she’d looped arms around Splice’s neck, telling him, “I can hear your thoughts, Ryan. You’re only carrying me to bed; don’t get any dirty ideas.”
He’d lost his mind and the control of his tongue because while he had Lisa cradled in his arms, like she was the most precious thing in his entire universe, he’d nuzzled their noses together and answered.
“Sweetheart. I’ll be the man who takes care of you when you need it, especially now. That means protecting you, doing shit for you. You get that, right? You see, that’s what I’m aiming for. It’s the same promise I gave you when I was nineteen, only now, ten years later, Iwillmake it happen.” Another nuzzle of their noses followed. Her eyes were so brilliantly bright, and her cheeks were hot. He smiled. “And my dirty thoughts will stay just that until you get me underneath you, controlling my cock like your personalized toy.”
That last part earned him a whack on the shoulder, and he laughed, finishing the trek into her bedroom, where he’d laid her on the bed.
Sadly, he hadn’t stayed with her all night like he’d wanted to; even being her guard dog at her bedroom door would have satisfied him, but he’d turned up at her house this morning at the crack of dawn to resume his duties.
And now she was throwing sparks at him.
He wasn’t imagining things. The chemistry was sizzling so hot between them.
Ever since he’d brought Lisa home from the hospital, she’d been more open with him. Letting their hands linger with touches, letting him snuggle right up to her on the couch.
Splice didn’t know he was a touch slut until Lisa, and now he used every chance he got to get a feel of her skin, in whatever way she’d allow.
“Maybe you need to give me a refresher course; it’s been a while since I had to use my manners.” He told her, a grating in his voice.
His entire body craved to be owned by her, under the control of Lisa’s hands. Her will was his desire.
The thing about wanting the right woman and knowing she was the one for him meant Splice possessed a new line of patience he would have once bet his house on not having.
And while her rare, hard-earned kisses drove him so fucking crazy, tasting her, experiencing how shyly she opened her mouth to him, or the way she gripped his hair to ask for more kisses silently, he was as content as a man who was getting his dick wet regularly.
He could wait for as long as Lisa took to want him back in the same frantic way.
Splice was totally convinced Lisa was his girl.
And if he made the wrong move right now, said some dumb shit he was known to do, he’d lose his fucking mind if she walked away from him.
Patience and dedication, that’s all he needed to win her heart again.
