She shakes her head just as I glide my hand another inch.
“Feel me,” I say. I take her pinned hand and bring it right in front of my hard-on. “Fucking see how you make me feel.”
She wets her lips and then cups my cock. I squeeze my eyes shut and push her harder against the wall. Her fingers run along my length, a feather-like caress, and then pull away before I can sink into her touch.
“Do you see?” I ask.
“Seems like something you need to deal with,” she says before patting me on the chest and moving away from me. She slides by me and heads back into the bedroom.
Is she fucking kidding me?
Is she really going to deny what she’s been doing?
I tear away from the wall and go back into the bedroom, where she’s slipping under the covers.
I should rip those covers off, push that godforsaken nightgown up, spread her legs, and show her just how much she’s charged me up.
But with what little control I have left, I watch her settle, her petite body nuzzling into position. I half expect with how she’s lying through her teeth about toying with me that she’d sleep on her side, attempt to ignore me. But no, she nestles in the middle, where I’d normally hold her.
It’s the only reason I proceed with proving her wrong. I’m going to get it out of her. Even if it means taking her naked body into my goddamn hands, I’ll make her confess.
Set in my intentions, I slip under the covers as well and pull her into my chest. To my chagrin, her ass nestles right against my cock. Shit, that feels so goddamn good. Just enough friction to drive me wild, to make me prove her wrong even more. Slowly, I slip my hand under her nightgown, my fingers curling over her hip.
With my lips right next to her ear, I say, “What turns you on, Penny?”
She doesn’t answer right away. She steadies her breathing before she says, “Do you think that’s an appropriate question?”
She’s so fucking infuriating. She’s trying to act all innocent now when she knows damn well what she’s been doing to me.
My fingers move forward, coming close to her pubic bone, and she doesn’t even flinch. “If you were wearing a turtleneck, no. But when you’re wearing this . . . yes.”
“It’s comfortable for me.”
“It’s fucking sexy, tempting, and driving me nuts. But that was your intention, wasn’t it?”
“Never.” I move my hand right over her pubic bone now, and her leg bends, creating more room for me.
“You’re such a liar,” I whisper into her ear. “If I were to touch your pussy, how wet would you be?”
She doesn’t answer. She doesn’t move. I’m not even sure if she’s taken a breath. So I slip my finger just a little bit closer . . .
“How wet, Penny?”
She lightly groans before arching her back into me. “So fucking wet, Eli.”
Christ. I inch my finger forward to the top of her slit, where I toy with her, barely dipping my finger.
“Yes, Eli,” she says, wiggling.
“Tell me the truth. Tell me you’ve been taunting me, and I’ll make sure you find the release you so desperately want.”
“I don’t . . . I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says again, causing a roar of frustration to ripple through me, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m rotating her to her back and pinning her, so I’m hovering above her, my body now between her legs.
I take both of her hands and plant them on either side of her head as I drop my pelvis against hers. From my hasty fumbling to get her in position, one of her breasts slipped past the fabric of her nightgown.
Nipple hard, her tit just begging for my mouth, I lower my head down and suck the little nub past my lips. Her back arches, thrusting her breast deeper into my mouth. I suck her in, all of her, taking every ounce she’s willing to offer me.
I suck.
I lick.
I bite . . .
“Yes,” she cries out.
I pull away an inch and say, “Tell me, tell me you’ve been taunting me.”
She shakes her head. “You said you didn’t want me.”
I pin her with my stare. “I never fucking said that. I’d never lie about wanting you. Because I want you, Penny. I wanted you the day I first met you, and I wanted you the night of my birthday. I’ve craved you ever since. Don’t put those words in my mouth.”
“Then prove it,” she says with such sass, such power, that I feel that last wave of restraint slip away. And then I thrust my hips over her spread legs.