“Hang on there, Chiquita,” he said and caught my calves and pul ed me back, whipping me over. Then, before I could protest, he was on me, his mouth on mine and Al y, Indy, Daisy and our plans for the evening flew right out of my head.
He unzipped my jeans, stil kissing me and his hand went inside, between my legs. I pressed against him and slid my hands into his jeans at the back, holding on to his world-class behind. He had the best behind, or, at least, the best I’d ever had.
His fingers pushed in deeper, I bucked against his hand, breathing heavy against his mouth and, al of a sudden, his finger slid inside me.
The oxygen started burning in my lungs.
“Dear Lord,” I breathed, my lips against his.
“You wanna tel me what’s goin’ on tonight?” he asked.
My eyes were closed. At his question, they flew open and I looked in his. They were liquid but they were determined and I knew he’d total y figured me out.
Shit and damn.
I told the truth.
“No.”
His finger moved. It felt nice.
I bit my lip.
“I need to cuff you to the bed?” he asked.
“No,” I whispered, though he probably did.
His finger moved out and then back in. That felt so nice it was off the scales nice.
“You and Indy plannin’ on doing something stupid?” I pressed my face into his neck and touched my tongue there, partial y to buy time but mainly because I wanted to.
I stuck with honesty, I was too turned on to try anything else.
“Maybe,” I said.
His finger went away but only to go and do a swirl somewhere better.
“Am I gonna be able to talk you out of it?” he asked.
One of my hands went from his ass to his crotch. He was hard. I took this as a promising sign.
“Probably not.”
The promise didn’t pan out, he pul ed his h*ps and his hand from me and he started to move away.
Um, no.
No, no and definitely no.
I rol ed with him, pushed him back at his shoulders and got on top, straddling him. He knifed up and nearly dislodged me but I held on tight. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and I was sitting astride his lap. I looked down at him and I could tel he was pissed.
I felt my heart squeeze.
I knew I had to do something about his anger, not only because I needed Eddie to finish what he started but also because I really didn’t like the idea that he was pissed at me.
I didn’t know what to do so I decided just to ask.
“I have to do this and I want you to understand,” I whispered, “Please, don’t be mad at me.”