Page 53 of Revel
I can’t do this.
Yes, you can. No one would know.
I won’t.
Pussy.
Fuck. You.
I nod, unable to speak, desperate to shove my hand inside my jeans, take my cock out and spread my seed all over her fucking face for teasing me like this.
“Then take me.”
I process her words. No. I won’t. Not like this. My jaw is too tight to answer at first, my stare focused on her pink clitoris, plump and needy, waiting for me. I can almost taste her arousal flooding through me, burning my brain like I’m locked inside a car on a hot day.
She pumps her fingers inside herself, over and over again, moaning for me to take her.
“I can’t,” I mumble, my voice hoarse and broken. This isn’t fucking happening.Look away.
I don’t.
Ican’t.
I press my face into the dark wood beside my head. It’s cool to the touch, a stark difference from the heat coursing through me. I force myself to take a step back and stand stock still. I think about the way my cum would look dripping from her mouth.
At that moment, at the peak of her climax and the greedy triumph in her eyes, it has me nearly coming in my pants. Our eyes lock. I can barely breathe. I can smell her, and she smells like heaven, the scent every man hungers for. It takes every ounce of self-control I have to not pin her to the mattress and show her what fucking Revel Slade would be like. Right here, right now.
I can see every tremble, every shake, every breath and goose bump on her body, from her biting her bottom lip to the way she stops breathing completely the second the orgasm hits. And I watch with hunger that’s so beyond palpable it’s damn near oppressive.
She shivers, her voice low when she whispers, “Do you have any idea how badly I want you inside me?”
“I have an idea,” my voice low and crackly. I swallow over the dryness in my throat, ready to collapse at her feet and give her anything in the world as long as it involves me balls deep in her pussy.
I can’t breathe.
I’m not entirely sure how I manage to lock myself in her bathroom, but I do and take care of a much-needed problem. Afraid of what I might find when I exit the bathroom, I’m surprised to find Red still on the bed, on her stomach, wearing my shirt I don’t remember taking off and her hands propped under her chin.
“Are you okay?” I ask, noticing how flushed her cheeks are. Probably about as tinted as mine are.
“Did you know ancient Greeks thought redheads turned into vampires when they die?”
The fuck?“Uh, no.” I move forward, sitting on the edge of her bed. I think about lying back, but I know I’ll be met with her bare ass and that’s not an option.
“They also said redheads are like the unicorns of the world.”
I twist my head to look at her, unable to stop the smirk from forming. “Who said that, you?”
“No.” She gasps, flopping her hand down on my knee. “People say it. You know,the people. The ones that know everything. They ownGoogle.”
Running my hands through my hair, I fight the urge to either laugh at how high she is, or find Hardin and throttle his ass for this. “Cool,” I mumble, uninterested in redhead facts.
“I once counted my freckles. I have something like two hundred and thirty-six on my arm.”
“I don’t care.”
“You have six under your left eye. It’s like a sign of the devil.”
“Stoptalking.” I groan, unable to handle much more of this. What if I tie her to the bed and then leave? No, because then all I will think about is her tied to a bed and me not there. At least this way I can assure myself nobody else walks in here and finds her half-naked. Maybe I should take my pants off and give them to her. I’d say I’d give her my underwear, but I’m not entirely sure I’m wearing any. That makes two of us.
