Page 23 of Crave Me
Chapter Eight
Simon
Her pussy was wet and glistening. I didn’t need to ask the question, but I liked throwing her off-balance. Her quickened breaths made her breasts heave and drop, hardening her nipples under my gaze.
She shifted in her seat. The only sound in her apartment was her panting, which made my dick harden.
I could break my rules. Play with her, touch her the way I wanted to. I could bind her hands behind the bar stool and eat her out, make her scream until the windows shattered. Unfortunately, I’d told her four more days. Me and my stupid mouth.
“Yes,” she said, the word more like a gasp. “Reading all of this, thinking about all of it, turned me on.”
I leaned forward. I wouldn’t play with her. Not tonight. I’d save the anticipation and torture both of us throughout the week. But I still wouldn’t leave without a taste of her.
I reached forward, ran one finger through her exposed, wet slit, gathering the taste of her on my finger. Goose bumps rose on her legs and thighs and as I touched her, her toes curled around one of the rungs on the stool.
“Simon—”
“Sir,” I commanded, keeping my eyes focused on her pussy. Every light graze of my fingertip made her clit swell.
Her lips parted as she watched me swirl my tongue around my finger, tasting her.
“You’re delicious. I can’t wait until I can eat you until my heart’s content.”
Her eyes flamed as I sucked her juices off my finger. I removed it from my mouth and pressed my finger against her parted lips.
“Taste yourself, Chloe. See for yourself why you’ve already made me hard.”
Her lips wrapped around my finger and she sucked me in eagerly, as if it was my cock and she’d been desperate for it. Desire raged deep in my gut and spread to my balls.
I needed to get the hell out of there before I broke my rules.
I tugged my finger from her mouth and stood. My knees brushed against hers and she leaned back, eyes slightly glazed, lips still parted. She swiped her tongue around the edges of her lips and grinned like she’d just been the one pleasured. “I like the taste of us mixed together.”
Hmmm, the ideas she gave me. I didn’t show her the effect her revelation had on me, how everything inside of me was burning to grip her shoulders, toss her over her island and fuck the sass out of her.
She’d probably enjoy it too much.
“Friday,” I murmured and leaned forward. I ran my nose along her hairline, inhaling the sweet, minty scent of her and kissed her temple. “But be prepared. Until then, I plan on driving you wild with lust so once we’re together you explode beneath me. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Without looking at her, I grabbed the folder from the counter and headed toward her front door. When I reached it, I turned back. She was still sitting on the stool, dazed expression as she watched me walk away.
“Lock the door behind me, and don’t even think of getting yourself off before I take care of it for you.” I lifted the file folder and slapped it against my hand.
She jumped, slid off the stool to her feet.
“I’d hate for our very first lesson to be one of punishment.” I turned and left her apartment, nothing but excitement and desire heating my veins.
Getting involved with Chloe had the potential to be disastrous. But fuck, she was beautiful and strong. Intelligent. Ran her own business, had travelled extensively after high school. She had conviction in her beliefs, compassion toward those who disagreed with her.
If she wasn’t related to Cassie, she’d be perfect for me.
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I spent the rest of the week steeling my mind for what was to come on Friday. Between classes and school and lesson planning and then two hours of hockey practice every day, I still needed to work out, pound out five miles on a treadmill and hundreds of pounds of chest presses in order to keep focused, and trying not to get a hard-on behind my desk whenever my mind strayed to Chloe. Seeing her every night tested my self-control as much as it was obvious it did hers.
Tuesday, I went to her apartment, changed her bandages and left. We barely spoke.
Wednesday, I lingered longer, took my time and asked her questions about her store. While she spoke, I ran my hands over her healing back, across the expanse of her lower back to the flare of her hips. When I brushed my fingertips over her ass, she shivered. When I slid my fingertip through the crease between her cheeks, she tensed before letting out one of those gorgeous, breathy little moans of hers.
