Fat Cat Liar
Luckily, it’s only seven steps until my knees hit the edge of the mattress and I lay her down in the middle of her bed. Her thighs fall away from my waist, but I stay pressed close, moving my mouth back to her neck and trailing my tongue along her skin until my lips hit hers. Her body remains still in my arms.
I slide my hands around her hips and brace up on the mattress so I can view her face. Her usually bright eyes are now clouded in uncertainty, the confidence from earlier gone. My gut turns, knowing I’m responsible for this change.
“You’re the type of woman that deserves dinners and champagne on a rooftop at sunset. I wasn’t kidding, Greer. I want you more than anything or anyone in my life. But let me do this my way. Let me do this right,” I tell her.
The uneasy expression fades, and she lowers her eyes a brief second before bringing them back to mine. “Okay,” she whispers.
“Kiss me.”
Her chest curls in as she brings her mouth to mine. She hesitates briefly before running her lips back and forth. There’s no passion or heat behind her actions, which pisses me off. I scoop her in my arms and roll us so we’re on our sides facing each other. One hand goes to her head, threading in her hair, while the other slips under her shirt.
“Bring her back to me,” I rumble.
“Who?”
“That woman on the sofa. The one with zero inhibitions that was a few seconds away from making me blow in my jeans, something I have never done before, but you had me questioning how long I could hold out.”
This earns me a little grin. “I think that woman disappeared when she was rejected.”
“There was no rejection.” To prove my point, I scale my hand up her side until my thumb swipes across her nipple.
Her breath hitches when I roll the hardened peak between my fingers. I take the invitation and lean in, sweeping my tongue over her parted lips before slipping it inside.
“Feel what you do to me, Greer. This is all you.” My hips rock, and her legs tighten around my waist, the tension in her body easing.
Ever so slowly, she comes around. Her chest pushes into my hand as she leans into the kiss, circling my neck with her arms. Together, we create a rhythm that has me once again searching for self-control.
I fist her hair gently, breaking away so I can look at her face. The cloud of disappointment in her eyes is gone, replaced with glowing desire. I caress her breast once more and then trail my hand down her torso, feeling the goosebumps pop on her skin in my path. When I get to the elastic waistband of her satin pajama shorts, she loosens her thighs, allowing me enough space to guide my hand inside.
“Fuck,” I growl, feeling the silky smoothness of her almost bare flesh against my palm.
My fingers slide into her wet heat, and she lets out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed.
“Open your eyes. Let me watch you.”
She does as I ask and clutches tightly when I graze my thumb across her swollen clit. The air in the room thickens with sexual energy as I twist, curl, and scissor my fingers inside her until she’s panting. My own breath heaves as she squirms, tilting her hips and sucking me deeper inside.
The hunger in her gaze flares as she releases my neck, slips her arms between our bodies, and glides her own hands down my chest and underneath my sweater. Her fingernails dig into my abs as I quicken the movements of my fingers.
She holds my stare as long as she can until her eyes roll in the back of her head and she arcs into me, moaning. My stomach coils tight, feeling every spasm of her orgasm, as I watch her come undone.
The erotic sight weakens my resolve, and I fight to keep from tearing off her clothes and fucking her like an animal. Slowly, I remove my hand and roll onto my back, bringing her on top of me. Her breathing returns to normal and she shivers against me. I panic, wondering if I was too rough, until I feel her lips smile against my neck.
“I think I’m going to like your version of taking things slow.”
I chuckle with her, running my hands up and down her back and kissing along her hairline. After a few minutes, her breathing turns shallow and her body goes lax.
Gently, I cradle her in my arms and find my footing so I can slide her under the covers. She barely stirs when I slip away, heading straight for her bathroom.
There’s only one way I’ll get any sleep tonight. I turn on her shower, strip, and step into the lukewarm stream with my throbbing cock in my hand. Then I proceed to replay the image of her coming apart as I stroke myself.
•8•8•
I wake when the first light of dawn creeps through Greer’s sheer curtains. Her back is flush against my front, her legs tangled in mine, and my arms are wrapped protectively around her.
She fits snugly into me, her chest rising and falling, and I can’t remember a time I’ve felt so content. I push back the evil thoughts lurking in my mind about what a bastard I am, and instead, enjoy the feeling of having her so close.
She sighs dreamily, moving her head a fraction so her hair falls to the side, exposing the bareness of her shoulder. The top of her shirt gaps, giving me a straight view of her chest, and my skin heats at the sight. I place my lips to her flesh and brush kisses along her shoulder and collarbone, nuzzling my face into her neck.