Page 22 of Conquering Conner
Hear the intake of breath, soft and uneven.
That sweet, pink blush spread across her cheeks.
The soft flush that sweeps across the nape of her neck.
She’s remembering all the things I’ve done to her.
What happens when she gets sassy.
What that mouth of hers does to me.
Makes me want to do to her.
“So, do you?” My voice sounds heavy. Rough and pitted.
Her gaze slides to the left, raking up the length of me without turning her head to look. “Do I what?”
“Do you know why I’m here?” I enunciate each word carefully. Makes she hears the warning in my tone.
This time she minds her manners. “No,” she whispers, the tip of her tongue calls her a liar when it skims along her upper lip, just as the elevator jerks to a stop.
The doors slide open, not a moment too soon because I suddenly don’t care if there’s a ten-man camera crew in this goddamned elevator with us.
I lean into her space, shifting slightly in my boots. Close enough to catch the sweet, dark scent of her. To see the freckle I used to tease her about. The one behind her ear. One of my favorites. I want to lick it so goddamned bad I have to practically bite my tongue in half to keep it in my mouth.
“I’m here to see how quiet you can be while I make you come.” Somehow, I manage to make my way past her without dragging her out of the elevator along with me.
For the smallest of seconds, I think she’s not going to follow me. That she’s going to ride the elevator back down without giving me a second thought, but I keep walking because despite the fact that I am a pathetic shitsack, I’m still hanging on to a few shreds of my tattered pride.
