Page 52 of Revel
I don’t move my eyes from Ben’s. “She’s fine!” I don’t know if she is. I know when I took that shit, I wasn’t fine. When I was under the influence, there was this guy, I don’t know who he was, but I ended up taking each one of his dreadlocks on his head and tying them together. It took him two full days the get that shit untied.
“Go away,” I tell her assistant, adamant I can handle this.
Against everyone’s opinions, I manage to get Red back on her bus, lock everyone else out, and put her in bed. Only she’s not tired. I don’t have plans on touching her, let alone having sex with her in her current state, but Princess, she has other ideas. “Now that you have me alone. . . .”
Sure, I kiss her again, but when she’s trying to unbutton my jeans, I put a stop to it. “We can’t,” I tell her, my breathing shaky, my control slipping.
“Why not?” she practically yells in my face.
“Because you’re high.”
“High on life!” That’s when she grabs my junk. “Is it fun to have a penis?”
I attempt to put some distance between us, but it doesn’t work.
“Does it feel weird with something flopping around between your legs?” It’s then she realizes I’m hard and starts trying to stroke me through my jeans. “Oh, cool. Can I see it?”
Jesus Christ. Just fucking pass out already.
I push her hand away and set it on her lap. “No.”
Her brow scrunches in anger, a scowl settling over her. “Why not?”
“Because. It’s mine. Stop talking. Aren’t you tired?”
“No. I think my freckles are dancing.” Her eyes cross like she’s trying to look at her nose and then she smiles. “Are my ears still attached? They feel hot, and I’m wondering if they’ve fallen off.”
I’m going to fucking murder Hardin. “They’re still attached.” Drawing in a heavy breath, I pry her off me again. “I’ll get you a cold rag and some water. You’re just hot from the drugs. It raises your blood pressure.”
“Drugs?” she shouts, flopping herself back on the bed. “I took drugs?”
This is the fourth time we’ve had this conversation tonight.
After rummaging around in the freezer, I find an ice pack. When I return to the bed, she’s naked. Fucking naked from head to toe telling me, “My clothes were burning my skin.”
Blood rushes to my cock. There’s no bigger turn on than having a naked woman sprawled out on a bed, legs spread. Is it hot in here? My breath catches and I hand her a blanket from beside her bed. “You should cover up.”
Refusing the blanket, she twirls a lock of her hair around her finger. “I want you to fuck me, Rev,” she breathes, arching her back into the sea of white pillows and blankets underneath her.
Fuck.
Me.
She’s never called me Rev before. I hate how much I love the way my nickname sounds coming from her. It makes me feel inferior, and that’s not something easily achieved any longer. Fueled by the dirty word on her lips, I step forward. I would have had she not been on drugs, but I can’t. Not to her. She’s pure and innocent, and I’m not going to taint her with my demons.
I shake my head, my jaw clenching.
She bends her knees, bringing her heels to her ass and spreading her legs. The change in her position gives me a clear view of her tight wet pussy. “Please,” she begs, sliding her hands to the undersides of her breasts, running her thumbs along her hard nipples.
God, what I wouldn’t give to fuck her right now.
Then her fingers go to her clit and she starts getting herself off. I’m transfixed. Completely fucking mesmerized. I go from hard to harder than fuck, faster than I can comprehend. I imagined how wet she is. How tight she’d feel with me sliding in and out of her. My legs can barely support the sagging weight of my body against the doorframe to her room. I can barely breathe as arousal rips through me.
And then her hips buck, her eyes finding mine. “Do you want me?”
I have morals.
Bullshit.
