Enemy Down - Cathryn Fox Page 0,43
what I’m doing here, Maize.”
“Uh huh.”
“I’ve been doing this every morning in the shower. Fuck, knowing you’re in this bed, all warm and soft and not being able to climb in here and taste you has been total fucking torture.”
“I…I didn’t know.”
“Now you do.” He falls quiet for a moment. “Now touch yourself.”
I take a fast breath, hoping it fills me with bravado as I slide my hand down my stomach. He watches me, his gaze never faltering as I tuck into my yoga pants, and go lower, until my fingers connect with my swollen clit.
“Yes,” I gasp unable to help myself.
“Yeah, just like that,” he murmurs and runs his tongue all over his lips. “Get that pussy all nice and wet for my mouth.”
I gulp and grow wetter as he talks dirty to me. “Christian, please…” I murmur even though I have no idea what I’m begging for.
“Is your pussy wet for me, Maize?” he asks, clearly understanding what I want, judging by his response. I nod and he continues. “Does it want my big fat cock?”
A little eeping sound catches in my throat and he chuckles. “Look at me.”
My lids open, and my gaze goes directly to his cock. It’s big and hard and is probably going to destroy me, but I just don’t care.
“Want to touch me?”
My gaze flies to his, and I take in the question on his lips, the want in his eyes. I nod and sit up. He comes closer, and kicks his pants completely off. I resist the urge to pinch myself as he stands before me completely naked—so goddamn gorgeous I’m sure I won the man lottery. I must have done something right in this lifetime, to be here with him, like this.
He takes my hand, puts it around his cock, and closes his hand over it. “Yeah,” he murmurs as he moves my hand up and down his shaft, squeezing my hand to show me how much pressure he likes. A bit of pre-cum drips from his slit, and unable to help myself, I lean forward and catch it on my tongue.
His entire body goes stiff, every muscle tight, and I straighten. Oh God, did he not like that?
“I…just couldn’t help myself,” I explain quickly. “If you didn’t like—”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me right now.”
His voice is harsh, his eyes brutally hard as he stares at me and I’m about to scurry backward when he captures my hand. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
A thrill goes through me as his breathing changes, becomes labored, like standing now is too much of a chore. It must be, because he drops to his knees, grips my yoga pants and tugs on them. I fall back and lift my hips for him, giving him access to my most private parts. As he pulls my pants down to my ankles, a burst of unease goes through me and I turn toward the lamp.
“It stays on, Maize. I want to see you.”
My lashes flutter, moving as quickly as my heart. “I just…”
“You’re beautiful. Trust me, I don’t lie.”
Liking that he doesn’t lie, and suddenly feeling beautiful—almost worshiped—under his watchful eye, I take in the way they shine with appreciation as he removes my pants, leaving me in my panties. He goes perfectly still and inches back when he sees my less than sexy, white cotton underwear. Oh, God, why am I wearing my everyday white cotton panties that hold zero sex appeal? Not that I’d know sex appeal if it jumped up and bit me in the face.
Oh, because you didn’t know you’d be having sex with a football star.
“I…” Once again, I try to scramble backwards, but he holds my leg and stops me.
“Jesus Christ,” he swears, and slides his hand under the thick white elastic band. “Your panties.”
“I know.” I cover my face, once again wishing I was an ostrich.
“Maize.”
His voice is so deep and hushed, I spread my fingers and peek at him, but he’s not looking at my face. No, he’s admiring my panties, touching the fabric and elastic like they belong on a Victoria’s Secret model.
“Stand up.”
He reaches for my hand, and helps me to my feet. Standing beside me, he hangs on to my arm to stabilize me. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”
“Not really,” I whisper honestly.
“These panties. You’re killing me, Maize.”
“They’re not lacy or sexy,” I say.
“This is what I want.” He kisses my mouth and puts his hand between my legs,