“Yeah.” She edges a little closer. Her pussy is right next to my dick who hasn’t had a moment off since I put her on that damn counter. “I am.”
“I’m—” I don’t know how to go on because apologizing has never been my strong suit, but I seem to be doing that a lot lately. “I’m sorry. I didn’t expect you to get so angry.”
“Not angry,” she whispers. “Upset.”
“Shit, Maeve.” I pull away and find her eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it to be like that.” I’ve always prided myself for being an emotionally stoic man, but I feel panic settling over me.
“Yeah.” She sniffles, hiding her eyes. Fuck! Did I reallyupset her? Maybe even traumatized? Was she restrained before? Damn it.
“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” I step back to her, in the embrace of her legs, and place my hands on her shoulders. “Look at me.”
She lifts her eyes up to look at me. They’re guarded. Careful. Watching.
“Can you give me a hug?” she asks in a soft voice.
“Yes, of course.” After the permission, I quickly wrap my arms around her, doing what I’ve wanted to do.
Her arms come around my back, and we stay like that for a few moments. She places her face in the crook of my neck, and I start gently rubbing her back.
She buries her face deeper. My rubbing changes the feeling.
Her hands slowly travel to the small of my back. Her fingers carefully stick under my belt. I let out a low exhale, not expecting her to be so open about affection after an intense experience.
I let myself rub my cheek over hers. Her hands dive deeper and land on the bare skin of my ass.
I let my face move to her neck and place a gentle kiss on her beating pulse. She lets out a tiny moan.
I let myself do more kissing and more exploring with my hands.
Her hands become braver too. They travel more. In places I didn’t expect them to travel.
I make a surprised sound deep in my throat, but she starts murmuring in my ear. “Please. I’m so upset.”
Shit. I let out a loud resigned sigh and relax as well. She starts kissing my neck. Her mouth skims over my jaw, making little nibbles on the way. While her fingers continue to travel places.
At some point, I start enjoying it. Maybe a little too muchbecause I don’t notice how my hips start making small, pushing gestures.
She moans in my ear, driving me into a frenzy.
I move my face to her mouth so I can kiss her, but she quickly averts it by giving a nibble to my jaw. I don’t pay attention to that because I’m too far gone.
I try kissing her again, but she averts it again by biting my earlobe.
She grabs my ass cheeks and squeezes them, pulling them apart. I let out a surprised sigh. But she bites my damn ear again, and I make a move forward, where I belong—rubbing her pussy.
Or try too, because she suddenly pulls away, and my hard dick hits the marble. Marble meets marble. It’s fucking painful. I jump backward, doubling over.
“Oh, too soon?”
I look up and find her with a knowing smirk on her face. Her eyes are cloudy but comprehending. Just like mine were when I pulled the tie prank on her.
She knows the moment I understand what has happened because her face stretches with a wide, devious smile.
“You little witch,” I say in pain, trying to hide my admiration. “I thought you were scared.”
“P-p-please.” She jumps off the island, rolling her eyes. “Like your little tying game could scare me to the point where I turn into a quivering mess. You,” she points her finger at me, “don’t know me at all if you believe that.”
I have to agree with her. I honestly thought I’d traumatized her. Turns out, she just played me right back.
