upward along my spine, his metal-tipped fingers cold against my skin, but the sensation feels all shivery in the best way possible. My eyelids lower, my lips parting, as his fingers reach the base of my neck and begin to make a path downward.
A moan is burning at the tip of my tongue, but it never makes it past my lips as his mouth comes down on mine. While the kiss isn’t rough, it’s definitely rougher than the other kisses he gave me. He kisses me deeply, his hands wandering along my waist, the backs of my thighs.
An uneven exhale falters from his lips, and then he bites down on my lip, causing me to gasp and my grip on him to tighten. He moans softly as his mouth leaves mine. He doesn’t pull away, though, resting his forehead against mine with his eyes shut. Then, with one of his hands, he gradually travels down my side to the hem of my dress. I’m panting, barely able to stand upright, as his fingers then move upward, making a path along my thigh to the hem of my panties.
I stop breathing altogether, and he pauses, his breaths feathering against my lips.
“I can stop,” he whispers, his fingers resting there, almost touching me but not quite.
My heart stammers in my chest, tingles dancing across every inch of me. Part of me is terrified and wants to tell him to stop, but the other part of me desperately wants him to touch me, to see what it feels like.
What should I do …
My lips part. “No, don’t stop—”
Someone knocks on the door, and Arrow and I both jump back, darting away from each other. A snap of a second later, the door swings open and East strolls into my room.
“So, we have a bit of a hiccup …” He trails off as he catches sight of us standing in the closet doorway. His gaze bounces back and forth between us, then curiosity sparkles in his eyes. “Why are you both blushing?”
“We’re not,” I try to lie, but my cheeks are so warm that I can only imagine how pink they are right now.
East rubs his hand across his mouth, struggling not to smile. “You completely are,” he insists. “And while I’d love to stand here and make you tell me what I’m sure is a very interesting story, we don’t have time for that right now. We’re having a meeting in the living room. We’ve been waiting for you two to come out, but …” He looks at Arrow curiously. “I thought you came in here to help her pick out an outfit?”
“I did,” he replies, scratching the back of his neck. “I was just … We were just about to do that.”
We were? That’s news to me since I’m pretty sure I was about to let him slip his fingers inside of me.
Oh my cyborgs, I completely was!
My cheeks flame as I realize that I was about to tell Arrow to touch me there.
And East totally notices my blushing.
“Good gods, Arrow,” he says while assessing me. “What in the worlds have you done to make our little pet look like a blushing, innocent pixie?”
“I’m not blushing,” I attempt to lie again. “And I don’t look like a pixie at all.” Although I may very well have pixie in me. The types of creatures I am made from was never specified. I just know that I have a lot of different types of creatures’ blood flowing through in my veins.
“No, you don’t,” East agrees. “You look like the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.”
I give him an unimpressed stare. “Your cheesy lines don’t work on me.”
“No, it’s my fingers that make you come undone,” he replies with a smirk.
If it were possible to die from mortification, I’d be dead where I stand.
He’s talking about how his fingers brushed across my nipple and gave me an orgasm only about an hour ago. You know, an hour before Arrow came in here and we started messing around in the closet.
A smile curves across East’s face. “Hurry up and get dressed. Then both of you come into the living room so we can discuss a few things.” He turns to leave then, but not without winking at Arrow first and saying, “Have fun, man.”
When Arrow gives him a dirty look, he just laughs and strolls out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
Silence stretches between us and, for a moment, I worry that what happened