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“Sounds like as good a reason as any to read.” Well, that was just the most boring things a person could say, I thought with an inner eye roll. “I’ll have to get my Kindle out later and see what I can find.”
“I can loan it to you, if you want? The book that is.” She smiled a sweet smile that should have disarmed me, but it put me on guard instead. What was she up to now?
The way she’d reacted this morning, I’d thought she’d pout all day and ignore me, yet, here she was, giving me a sweet smile and actually talking to me.
“Yeah, sure.” I finally said, and got up. “I’ll wash up the dishes.”
“Thanks,” I heard her say before she got up. “I’m going to take a hot bath, see if I can get this chill out of my bones. Even with the fire it’s cold down here.”
“Okay,” I said, and then what she said brought all of my fantasies about her back to life. Mandy, naked and steamy in a bathtub.
Fuck, I was like a schoolboy again, unable to control my body’s response to even the slightest thought about her. I was glad she was walking up the stairs and away from me.
I cleaned up the dishes before I reloaded the fire. When the heat started to build up again, I took the other couch on the far side of the room and opened a book of my own, a horror novel I’d read before, but it had been a while, so I’d brought it with me.
Two hours passed before Mandy came back down. I was engrossed in my book but glanced up as she settled on the couch across from me. I nearly dropped my book. She had on some kind of gray satin pajama set, knees socks that clashed with her PJs with their chicken theme, and the robe I assumed she’d had on last night. Only, the robe wasn’t closed.
She’d put on makeup and her hair was a black curtain down her back.
In a word, she was stunning.
The satin top only served to enhance how beautiful her breasts were, and the fact that she must be cold, while the shorts left little to the imagination. And that robe. Specifically, the belt. Was that a message?
My eyes wandered down to those knee high socks and I had to hide a smile. She wanted to seduce me, it would seem, but she was also practical enough to know she should put something on to keep her warm. Actually, they were kind of sexy, in a nerdy kind of way. Nerdy was good. Especially on her.
“Better now?” I asked, goading her again.
“Oh yes, much.” She nodded and picked up her Kindle, opening her book back up. She stretched her legs out, pulled a red chenille blanket over her legs, and went back to reading.
I looked up ten minutes later to see that the robe had slipped from her right shoulder, but she didn’t seem to notice. I went back to reading, but couldn’t concentrate on the words. I glanced up again, only to see how tight her right nipple was, a distraction I couldn’t look away from.
Her skin looked satiny smooth and pale against the red fleece and gray satin. Touchable, kissable, and in need of attention.
But not until she asked me to fuck her. She’d told me to fuck off so many times, I wanted to her say ‘fuck me’ before I’d actually do it. If my own will could hold out long enough.
She moved around on the sofa, bringing my eyes up her cleavage and to her face. Her eyes were on me, and I knew I was in trouble. There was a hungry look in her eyes that warned me I was about to have my will tested. I’d resisted her so far, but now she’d given up on making me come to her.
I tilted my head as she got up from the sofa and waited, curious to see what would actually happen. She walked by me, trailing the tail end of her belt robe along my hand as she did so. “It’s snowing again.”
She passed by me to walk to a window, and stood there. Waiting.
I couldn’t help myself, the memories of last night, the smell of her on my fingers, the way she’d sounded, all bloomed to life again and I wanted to touch her, even if it meant I was the one giving in. It would only be momentary; I’d make her beg me this time. And if she didn’t, well, I’d fix that too.
I put my hands on her shoulders and brought her back against me. The way she tilted her head to the right invited my lips to her neck, and it was only a heartbeat before that’s exactly where they were. She tasted of apples and her own unique taste. My hands moved around, to cup her breasts in the satin of her top.
“Oh, Brian,” she sighed, as if I’d given her the one thing she’d wanted most in life. I felt her body sink into mine with satisfaction.
I didn’t say anything, instead, I teased the sensitive tips of her breasts while I licked at the spot on the back of her neck that made her hum in pleasure. When I bit the spot gently, she almost sank to the floor, but I caught her. She was breathing hard already, a good sign that I had her where I wanted her.
I turned her around and pressed her against the cold glass, pressing my lips to hers in a kiss I’d wanted for far too long. Even her mouth tasted of apples, a taste I knew I’d always associate with her from now on. Her lips met mine with a hungry fervor, hot and wet when she opened to me. My hands roamed down her back, to cup her into my hips, to let her know I wanted her as much as she wanted me.
Her hands cupped my face, stroking my cheeks before they moved down to push up under the black sweater I wore. Her hands were cold, but soon warmed up as they moved over my muscles, sparking pleasure as her fingers found my nipples. She pinched them both, a sensation I’d always loved when a woman figured out to do that.
I wanted her, I wanted her very much, but I had to hear her say it.
“You have to say it, Mandy.” I said, my hand on her jaw to hold her face up to mine.
“Make me say it,” she dared me, and I knew this was about to go much deeper than a simple fuck. She wanted more and I’d be fucked if I wouldn’t give it to her. I’d give her everything she wanted, then some.
