Need Me - M. Malone Page 0,31

to know what it would have been like.”

At my raised eyebrow, she continues. “That night, if your phone hadn’t rang. If we’d left together. I just want to know…”

Our lips crash together as if on cue, neither of us able to wait a minute longer before giving in to this undeniable pull. Because we both know where things were going that night before we’d gotten interrupted.

To her bed.

Or my bed.

Or against the wall.

Kissing me seems to have given her permission to stop holding back. No longer coy, Ariana wraps her legs around my waist and is practically humping me from below. Her hips undulate and the loose fabric of her shorts is no match for how hard we’re grinding. She gasps into my mouth as I rub against the right spot.

“Oh my god. That feels so good. Vin.”

Hearing her calling out for me is like injecting liquid sex into my veins. My hands caress her legs before moving up to yank at the waistband of her shorts. I lift up only long enough to pull them off and throw them over my shoulder. The sight of her in simple black cotton panties should not be so insanely sexy. But this is Ariana and everything she does excites me.

Especially when her soft little hand cups me through my trousers.

“Madre di Dio.”

Her laughter somehow makes my dick swell even harder. She’s so unpredictable that I can imagine her laughing like that even with my dick in her mouth. Of course that image doesn’t help my situation at all. Just the mental image of her on her knees in front of me is almost enough to make me blow.

“We have to stop.”

“What?” Ariana pants before grabbing the front of my shirt and pulling me down for another kiss.

This one goes even longer, until I have her pert little ass in my hands holding her in place while I roll my hips. She’s so wet, I bet it’s all over my pants. Her scent is all over me and I want it in my mouth. My tongue is on the way to heaven when I spy the box I brought with me. It reminds me that just a few days ago we were still in a place where she wanted to send me a box of exploding dicks.

Ariana isn’t ready for what I want. To her, this is just a chance to get a little sex on the side since we didn’t get there two years ago. She doesn’t want to date me. Hell, some days she doesn’t even seem to like me that much.

Getting in any deeper is only going to make things more unclear.

“Baby, we have to stop.”

She moans and the sound tugs at my resolve. But I lean back and shake my head, trying to clear my brain of the mental image of licking her pussy.

I don’t want just a taste of her. And if that’s all she can offer, then it’s best I go now.

“You don’t want a relationship, do you?”

The words clear the lust from her eyes immediately. “What? No. Who said anything about a relationship?”

I stand and run my fingers through my hair. All the blood isn’t flowing to my brain properly yet. But I have enough sense to walk to the kitchen and grab my suit jacket.

Ariana sits up looking disgruntled. “I thought we were just having fun.”

“We are having fun. I always have fun with you. That’s why I need to leave before it gets out of hand. Besides, I brought you something that can help you out.”

I point to the box on the floor next to the couch. “Those will do you a lot more good than me.”

With one last look at her sprawled on the couch, rumpled and sexy, I leave.

A second later, something crashes against the other side of the door I just closed, making me jump.

“Asshole!” she yells from inside.

I laugh. “Damn, those dildos are solid.”

I’ve just stepped off the elevator at Andre’s penthouse when I remember why it’s a bad idea. Casey lives here now. He’s about to get married.

He doesn’t need his little brother showing up randomly with his problems.

I hit the button for the elevator again. I’ll have to talk to him at work tomorrow. Just as the doors open, I hear Andre call my name.

“Philippe? Cosa fai? Why are you just standing in the hallway?”

“I was coming to talk to you. But then I remembered. I don’t want to interrupt.”

I’m rambling but he seems to get the point