Sugar - Lydia Michaels Page 0,30
my shoulder to find him peeking under the collar of his T-shirt. My lips twitched. There was something so adorable about him in that moment. I pictured myself straddling his thighs, removing his shirt, and kissing his nipple all better.
Good God! I needed to get the hell out of there.
I placed the remote on the coffee table. “Seeing as you’re busy with other things, I think I’ll just head home.”
He dropped his shirt and grabbed my arm, taking me off guard as he yanked me to the sofa and pinned me there.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“You pinched mine, now I get to pinch yours.”
“Uh, no. That’s not how this works.”
“Chicken.”
“Yeah, that’ll convince me.”
“Pussy?”
“You wish. Get off.”
“Fair is fair, Avery.”
“You stole the remote, hijacked the television and put on pornography, so I pinched your nipple. That’s fair.”
His weight settled over me, silently warning he wasn’t going to let me up until I gave in. “Fine. Over the shirt for ten seconds. That’s it. And I’ll be sure not to whine like a baby, the way you did.”
He took my wrists and yanked them over my head, pressing them into the couch pillows. I became hyper-aware of the span of flesh now showing just above the waistband of my pants.
“Don’t move.”
I rolled my eyes, so not used to being bossed around when it came to this. “Oh, okay.”
He sat up and stared at my chest, but didn’t touch me.
“Are you gonna do it?”
“I will. Be patient.”
I huffed and rolled my eyes again. “Don’t forget, I have to be at the gym in the morning. Aaaannnny day now. Whenever you’re ready.”
“You talk too much.”
“Well, what’s the hold-up?”
“I’m waiting for your nipples to get hard.”
I snorted. “What do you think you have, magic laser beam eyes? Sorry to disappoint, but they’re not going to get—”
“Shh…” He rocked his hips into mine.
“Hey! That’s not what we agreed to.”
“Quiet.” He rocked again, and the base of my spine tightened. His gaze lifted to mine, and he smirked. “Fucking bingo.”
“Someone notify the press.”
He leaned over me. “This sweatshirt’s ridiculously thick.”
“So?”
“So your nipples must be really hard if I can see them.”
“You’re a twelve-year-old.”
“Don’t scream.” His hands moved so fast I wasn’t prepared as his long fingers pinched down harder than clamps.
I sucked a sharp breath through my nose and gave into the pain. The slow burn transcended into pleasure, and my body reflexively arched into his. My eyes threatened to close, but I forced them to stay open, holding his challenging glare, pretending what he was doing had no effect on me.
“Nine…” he counted, giving me a smile that would destroy a less disciplined woman. “Ten.” He released my nipples and sat back.
Damn him. The second he let go I felt his touch all over again, the sharp twinge of sensation traveling to the tips of my breasts, making me itchy for more. If he were anyone else I’d make him strip and eat my pussy wearing only butterfly clamps until I came, but he was Noah, and that wasn’t how this worked.
“Happy now? Can you please get off?”
“Sure, but maybe I should get you off first. Cheeks are awfully flushed, Avery.”
I shoved his chest and pulled my legs out from under him. “I’m going home. Thanks for dinner.”
“I thought we were going to watch a movie.”
“Turns out your taste sucks.” I walked to the door.
“Not true,” he called, still sitting on the couch. “I like you.”
“Well, find another girl to like.”
“Nope! Soon we’re gonna be more than friends. I’m gonna have you, Avery Johansson. Just wait.”
I let myself out and smiled as I crossed the hall. He wouldn’t get his wish, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy his perseverance while it lasted.
As it turned out, Noah Wolfe was also “sort of fun”.
Before climbing into bed, I stood in front of my dresser mirror and stripped off my sweatshirt. My nipples, puckered and deliciously sore, tightened in the cool air. God, I missed sex.
Visions of past experiences mingled with moments from tonight, and again, I was reminded of how unfitting Noah was for me. Yanking open a drawer, I grabbed a T-shirt and changed for bed.
That metaphorical shelf, the cluttered one with old memories I rarely examined, seemed to call to me, and soon enough I was picking through dusty recollections that were better left alone.
Meandering thoughts wandered through my mind, taking me back to where I used to live and how my life used to be. The musty scent of our trailer seemed so