Chapter 340
Chapter 340
And I’ve been needing a distraction. Needing something that isn’t responsibility or tension or deceit or watching everyone crumble around me. Something that demands my attention in a different way. And she turned out to be exactly that.
I wiped my hands on a towel and turned around slowly.
She was still standing there with her arms folded tightly across her chest, jaw clenched, annoyance radiating off her in waves.
“And your point is?” she said sharply.
I slid my hands into my pockets. “I can show you my medical records. I just want to be sure you aren’t going to be giving me anything I didn’t ask for p>
Her eyes widened, heat flashing through them. “What? I don’t have anything. I’m always safe. I’ll just get a report to prove that. Is that
all p>
There it was again–determination. Not feminine coyness. Not bashful hesitation. She was ready to march into a clinic right now and
bring me a file just to get the show started.
I stepped closer, leaning against the counter beside her. “With that out of the way,” I said, “let’s talk about boundaries. ”
She leaned forward ever so slightly, her expression sharpening. “Boundaries? ”
“I’m into… some things that might terrify you.” My voice dropped lower. “But then, we can’t shame anyone for their preferences and kinks
now, can we? ”
She shook her head slowly, captivated. “I don’t have any boundaries p>
That knocked the breath clean out of my lungs.
“Oh really?” I murmured. “I’m intrigued. Keep going, Elizabeth. Tell me more p>
She hesitated for a fraction of a second. A flicker of something–uncertainty or anticipation–passed over her face, but then she straightened, resolve hardening.
“I don’t have any boundaries,” she said again. “I want to try everything. For the experience. So teach me. Show me. Introduce me to your world.” She lifted her chin. “Don’t hold back p>
My cock hardened so fast it was painful. Blood shot south like it had been waiting for this exact moment. It was ridiculous how easy it was for her to drag this kind of reaction out of me.
That was the most erotic thing a woman had ever said to me. Not because of the words, but because she meant them.
I pushed off the sink, and with two steps I was in front of her, towering over her, looking down into eyes that burned with reckless
invitation.
She didn’t flinch. Didn’t tum shy. Didn’t pretend to be intimidated. If anything, she looked like she was challenging me to prove myself
worthy of her boldness.
“Do you know what you’re asking, Elizabeth?” I whispered.
“Yes.” Her voice didn’t waver.
“I’m very tempted,” I breathed, leaning in until my lips almost brushed the shell of her ear. “My dick’s fucking hard right now, Elizabeth. And it’s all your fault p>
She tilted her head slightly, her lips curving. “Good thing I forgot my underwear p>
Heat washed through me so violently I had to steady a hand on the counter. “Let’s find out, shall we? ” I murmured.
“Please.” Her eyes glittered. “Indulge yourself. I insist p>
Her answer hit me low in the stomach, pulling another harsh breath from my chest. For a moment, I genuinely thought I might embarrass myself like a teenager who’d never touched a woman before.
I hissed, cupping her neck gently but firmly. “Are you always this straightforward p>
She smirked. “Are you always this slow p>
A laugh escaped me. “You excite me, Elizabeth. You’re one fascinating girl p>
I dragged the pad of my thumb along the side of her throat, feeling her pulse jump beneath my touch, then slid my hand downward, over the slope of her collarbone, along the delicious swell of her breast, over her stomach, until my hand disappeared beneath the oversized shirt she was wearing.
Her breath hitched, but her gaze never left mine. Not for a second. She held my stare like she was daring me to keep going. Daring me to see how far she’d let me take this.
Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.