She bites her bottom lip, which only makes me think of all the places I would like to bite her. “You were watching me on an eighty-inch screen in HD?”
“No.” I shake my head regretfully. “Which is why I’m here.”
She pulls the sheet tighter around her shoulders but despite the obvious show of discomfort, I get the feeling that she’s not mad that I’m here. “You need to leave.”
I arch a brow. “You want me to go?”
She nods fiercely. Her blonde hair cascades over one shoulder. That slice of bare skin across her collarbone is every bit as erotic as anything else I've seen tonight.
“If you really want me to leave, I will. I won't force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
She glowers at me. “Except force me to stay here.”
“Entirely different thing. You don’t get a say in that because you don’t know the risks involved. When it comes to your safety, staying here is in your best interests.”
She licks her lips. “I have a feeling staying away from you would be in my best interests, too.”
“Been lonely down here, have you, narushitel?”
“No. No. You don’t get to lock me down here, then invade my privacy by spying on me and then make fun of me for it!”
“Make fun of you?” I repeat with shock. “Kiska, I’m trying to compliment you. I believe I’ve made that clear.”
She’s blushing all over again and trying so hard to hide it. She turns her back on me for a moment, which works well for her purposes, because I’m immediately distracted by the outline of her ass pressing through the thin sheet.
“When it comes to you, nothing is clear.”
My jaw clenches. “Then I’ll be blunt from now on. I didn't come down here to check on you, Alyssa. I came down here to watch you come again. Now, turn around and look at me.”
Her spine straightens out and her shoulders stiffen but she turns around all the same. Those pretty blue eyes aren’t making direct eye contact but they nip back and forth as though they’re scared to settle.
I cock my legs in a figure-four and nod approvingly. “That's a good girl. Now, drop the sheet.”
Her eyes flare and she grips the sheet a little tighter. There’s a moment when I think she’s going to refuse me and kick me out. Then, before I can decide just how far I'm willing to push her…
She lets go.
The sheet flutters to the floor, bunching up around her feet. She’s clearly nervous and self-conscious but she doesn’t try to cover herself up with her hands. She lets me admire the curve of her hips, the length of her legs, the glistening wetness of her desire.
The nagging voice at the back of my head is trying hard to caution me, but I’m way too far gone for that. I’m done resisting this. I’m done denying myself. Why should I, when we both want the same thing?
All I need is one more taste of her and that’ll be it. I can put this feeling to bed and continue with my life.
But I do need one more taste.
“Now, pick another toy.”
She glances over at the bed, where the rest of the toys are spread out. She hesitates only for a second before she stands and strides around, giving me a perfect view of her profile. I resist the urge to pull out my cock and take her the way I want to take her. If this is to be our last time, I’m going to make it count.
When she turns around, I see that she’s picked a small pink clit stimulator. “Good choice. Now… get on the bed and use it for me.”
Her lips part. A shiver runs over her body but from the look in her eye, I can tell it’s got nothing to do with nerves this time.
“What are you going to do?” she asks softly.
I arch an eyebrow. “I’m going to watch you fall apart.”
21
ALYSSA
This is the closest I’ve ever come to an out-of-body experience.
There’s no other way to describe this feeling nestled in the center of my chest. I’ve never felt so emboldened, so willing, so ready to do something completely out of my comfort zone.
I suppose Uri and I having already had sex helps. But it’s not just that we’ve crossed that line; it’s about all the lines we’re crossing now.
It’s that I’m so lonely. It’s how, even though he’s stayed away, he’s been keeping one eye on me the whole time. Maybe it’s as simple as he doesn’t trust me and he wanted to make sure I was following his ridiculous rules. But a part of me wonders if maybe he’s been watching me because he likes watching me.