Page 112 of Shade
It takes her about ten minutes to realize I’m in her room, sitting on her bed, touching her cheek with a chicken bone. “How’d you get in here?”
Smiling, I set the chicken bone on her chest and take a drink of my coffee. “Sweet talked front desk. No one can resist me, besidesyou,” I lay back against the headboard. “Which still doesn’t make much sense to me.”
It takes her another moment to realize I set a chicken bone on her chest but when she does, the look on her face has me fearing she’s going to shove it somewhere I won’t appreciate. “Ya fuckin’ dick. I had nightmares about that place all night.”
“Well, if you would have taken me up on my offer, you wouldn’t have been sleeping and hence, no nightmares. So really, it’s all your fault. Not mine.”
She ignores me completely, sitting up and attempting to comb her hair that’s wildly sprung out in odd directions. It’s crazy, I’ve never seen someone with this much hair and never wanted it tangled in my fist so badly.
Jesus Christ. I’m one-tracked lately.
She throws the chicken bone at my head. “I’m hungry, are you?”
I raise a hopeful eyebrow. “For pussy.”
She says nothing. Too far?
Now she’s raising a hopeful eyebrow. “How can I convince you to get me coffee while I shower?”
I wink, taking a drink of my own. “Let me take a shower with you, and I’ll feed you breakfast,” I answer without a thought.
Her forehead wrinkles. “You made me go to those stupid catacombs.”
“So?”
“Youoweme.”
“How so? I didn’t make you go. Tiller called you a pussy and you came. Which, by the way, why’d you have sex withhimand not me?”
She giggles, her cheeks warming, bright-blue eyes gleaming. “And you didn’t.”
“Didn’t what?”
“Come.”
If I wasn’t hard already, I am now with the way she says the word come.
Look at her face. She’s fuckin’ with me.
It’s quicker than I’m sure she’s expecting, but I have her on her back, me hovering over her and her tiny wrists bound in mine above her head. “Are you trying to piss me off?”
“No, not really, but it’s strangely gratifying. And I never slept with Tiller. He’s lying to you.”
“I knew it.” I lean in. She stops breathing. It takes every ounce of control I have not to grind my erection into her center. She wants it. She wants her mouth on mine and my cock inside her. I’m sure of it. Look at her reactions to me. It’s all there. The way her heart beats louder, the way she halts her breath in an attempt to control the internal reactions. The way her cheeks have that delicate pink to them and she fucking pulls in her bottom lip.
All reactions of want, and it’s becoming clear to me I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer.
She releases a breath, her voice tiny like her when she says, “Don’t we have to leave for the event soon?”
“Probably. There’s an autograph session at eleven we have to be at. . .but first. . . .” I smile and roll off her. “There’s a problem with Tiller.”
Scarlet sits up dramatically; it’s the funniest shit I’ve ever seen because she looks like a mummy doing it. “I swear to God, if you tell me he’s lost again, I’m going to lose my shit. And why are you laughing at me?”
“You looked like a mummy rising from the dead.”
I can’t understand why she doesn’t find that funny. You remember that coffee I had?
I’m now wearing it.
