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I chuckle as I remember the fight from yesterday and how Ian was forced to lift the cursing Agatha off Zayn, who smirked at her, his face red from the lack of air, and then quickly stuffed the slice of pepperoni pizza in his mouth.
I see Fergus glance at me before he quickly looks away, back at the television screen.
I am not going to let him ignore me.
I pick up my fork and twirl the spaghetti and hold it out to him. “Want some?”
“No,” his tone is curt.
I shrug. “If I wanted to talk to walls, I could have done that back home.”
When he still doesn't say something, I decide to try another tactic. Putting down my bowl on the small glass coffee table in front of me, I crawl into his lap.
Seeing the flicker of interest in his eyes and the attempt to hold on to his anger makes me hide my smile.
I press a kiss to his freshly shaven jaw.
Nothing.
Not one to give up, I pepper his face with small kisses until I finally find his mouth.
He might be trying to imitate a stone statue, but one thing I learned about Fergus is that he is very responsive to my kisses. I bite his lower lip, a punishing sting which I soothe with my tongue. I love his sensual mouth.
Right now, he watches me with hooded eyes, that blue gaze of crushed topaz searing into my soul, rendering me unable to look away.
My abdomen tightens with need as I taste his mouth, sip from it, coax him to play with me. And he does.
I hear the soft thud of the remote on the carpet as
his hands come to settle on my body, running over my curves in a proprietary manner, leaving a burning trail behind as he pulls me closer to him and takes control of the kiss.
His tongue is hot as it twirls around mine, licking the insides of my mouth, making me whimper in need. His hand brushes against my chest, and I feel the air touch my breasts, telling me that he has unbuttoned my blouse.
His hands don't hesitate, his mouth still keeping me occupied by burning my brain cells off one by one, as they push down my bra and cup my full breasts.
My nipples instantly pebble, and my skin tightens with want and desire.
He uses his thumbs to rub against the hard nubs, making me grind against him to get some relief. I moan into his mouth, a soft, desperate sound, and he sucks on my tongue, twisting my nipples in a gentle manner.
Hearing the phone ring, Fergus ignores it.
“Shouldn’t you answer that?” I murmur against his mouth, losing myself into the wicked things his hands are doing to my body.
“I have better things to do right now,” he replies before pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against my jaw and collar bones.
However, when the phone doesn’t stop, I push at him. “Just go!”
Growling under his breath, Fergus reaches out and picks up his phone.
As he starts speaking into it, I fix my bra, and I am buttoning up my blouse when he gives me a disappointed look.
I give him a sweet smile and press a kiss to his cheek and settle against him to finish my meal.
My lower body is still throbbing with need, but I am also hungry, and now that his hands are no longer driving me wild, my stomach demands sustenance.
I have only ever slept with one man before, and even though it had been an okay experience, I haven’t found myself understanding the delights of sex that all my female friends used to rave about in high school.
I have also never been that confident in my looks. I mean, I know I am not a troll, but I haven’t exactly been attracting a lot of male attention. But with Fergus, since the day I met him, there has been this spark. Even when he has lifted me off the ground when I fell, his rough hands on my skin had me feel small and feminine.
