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“You’ve been wanting another kiss, baby?” I growled and stole another taste before she could answer.
Vaguely I felt the elevator stop, but kissing her was too good, and neither of us noticed when the doors opened and then closed again.
“Really?” I heard someone snap behind us, and I finally lifted my head. Using my body to hide Lis, I glanced over my shoulder to see her roommate standing in the hall. “What a whore,” she muttered, glaring at us.
“Takes one to know one,” Lis singsonged. Grabbing hold of my tie again, she led me out of the elevator like an obedient puppy. “Have fun at work,” she called as she walked back toward her apartment. “I’m sure you won’t be home until late. As usual. Smelling like cheap booze and bad decisions. Again, as usual.”
“Bitch,” I heard Kim hiss, followed by Lis laughing.
The elevator doors closed just as Lis unlocked her door and dragged me inside, still holding on to my tie. I would have never allowed anyone else but this woman to do what she was doing. I wasn’t some lapdog to be led around, but fuck if my cock wasn’t hard as steel at the way she was pulling me where she wanted.
Lis walked through the small apartment and straight into her bedroom. Once I was inside with her, she closed the door, and for the first time since I’d started hanging out with her in her room, she flipped the lock. With my tie still wrapped around her fingers, she pushed my coat off one shoulder and then the other with her free hand. The coat hit the floor, and she started on my suit jacket before she finally started loosening the knot of my tie.
I didn’t so much as lift a hand to help her. My woman had limits from her past trauma, and I was going to let her test them without freaking her out. Because if I didn’t hold myself in check, I would definitely scare the hell out of her. Every night, I saw her at the club in that stupid uniform, her ass cheeks teasing me as she flirted with all those goddamn men to get good tips. Only to go back to her place and hang out with her in her pajamas…
Not even a saint could have withstood all that temptation, yet I had. Hell would freeze over before I broke my promise to Lis. However long she needed, I would wait. Because she was worth it.
From the way she was undressing me, I got the impression that maybe she was ready to take things further. Even if it was just to play around, I was okay with that. Fuck, I was so ready. If her kiss was enough to make me an addict, the taste of her pussy was going to end me.
I was already shaking for that stronger hit. All that sweetness on my tongue, dripping down my throat. I’d bet this was how a heroin addict felt when they hadn’t shot up in a few days. There I’d been, weeks without the taste of her delectable lips; the possibility of getting my mouth on her pussy would surely kill me.
Even though I was about to die for just a drop of that sweetness on my tongue, I didn’t rush her. My hands stayed at my sides even as she pushed my holster off my shoulders and then reached for my belt. It was only then, when she saw the outline of my cock along the inside right seam of my slacks that her fingers paused and began to tremble.
Keeping my eyes locked on her face, I watched her swallow hard, but she continued to undress me. Her pulse at the base of her throat began to beat double time, her cheeks blazing even under her light layer of makeup. It was obvious to me she was nervous, but I didn’t know how to make her more at ease. Not without taking over, and I was more afraid of scaring her than if she were to full-on stop because she lost her confidence.
“You’re bigger than a beer bottle,” she choked out, keeping her gaze lowered to where my cock was growing harder and harder by the minute. Her gaze on just the outline of it was tantalizingly sensual; I was sure the instant she touched my shaft, I would erupt in her soft hand.
But her comparison of my size caught me off guard. Why would she make that kind of analysis between my cock and a beer bottle…?
Then I noticed the sweat beading on her forehead, the way she gulped every few breaths, and I put it all together. I didn’t need her to explain, not when she’d already told me some of what that evil bastard of a stepbrother had done to her.
For the first time since we’d entered her bedroom, I raised my hands and touched her face. She didn’t flinch away, but it took a moment before she lifted her blue gaze to lock with mine. “I will never hurt you, Lis,” I promised her. It wasn’t the first time I’d made the vow, but as long as she needed to hear it, I would continue to repeat it.
“I believe that more and more every day,” she whispered.
“Good, because it’s the truth.” I skimmed my thumb over her lips, still swollen from our ravenous kiss in the elevator. “If you aren’t ready for this, we can stop now.”
Her eyes glazed over. “I want it.”
“But you’re afraid?” I asked quietly, already knowing the answer but needing her to verbalize it.
“Yes,” she said, closing her eyes.
“What do you need from me to not be scared?”
Tears spilled through her lowered lashes. “I don’t even know. I’ve never done anything like this before.” Swallowing roughly, she bravely lifted her gaze back to mine. “But I know I want you. I want…us.”
“You have me. I’m not going anywhere. We can still go slow. I don’t want you to regret anything, baby.”
“The only thing I will regret is if I don’t—” She broke off, the heat in her face deepening. “I want you more than you understand. These feelings—this need? I’ve never felt it before, and it’s so intense, Garret. It hurts.”
I nearly swallowed my tongue at her confession. Reminding myself to stay in control, I pulled my belt free of my slacks and gave it to her. Her brow furrowed, but she hesitantly took it from me.
“What—”
“Put it around my wrists,” I offered, placing my hands together. “Tie me up and take what you need from me, Lis.”
“No!” she cried, dropping the belt like it was a snake about to strike her. “I-I can’t do that. Just the thought…”
