Page 6 of Hollywood King
“Exactly.” She stepped in closer. “Forget him, please. For me.”
She threw my words back at me. A trick I used on her more than I cared to admit. I sighed exaggeratedly and lifted her off her feet and carried her back into the kitchen. She wrapped her legs around my back and giggled, her breath hot against my ear.
“Fine, but you need to eat two more bites of this food.” I set her on the counter and let her scoot herself back enough to stabilize.
She sat back but didn’t pick up her bowl again. “That is not what we were doing.”
“No, but it’s what we are doing now.”
The woman was her father’s daughter, and she knew how to work her own charms. I fell right in the trap as she pouted her full pink links and bat the lashes above her doe eyes. “If I do this, will you do something for me?”
“Depends on what you want?” I picked up the bowl and held out a spoonful. She took it quick and swallowed. I watched her mouth release the spoon. How many dreams did I wake up to about that mouth?
Once she finished, she smiled, a similar smile to her brother’s, but it promised much less pain—and definitely more mischief. “I want you to take your clothes off now.”
“You think two bites of food is going to get me naked?”
She shrugged softly. “Worth a try, right? I’m going to get you there before the weekend is over.”
Part of me wanted to lay her back on the counter and punish her for her feigned indifference. But we had more important things to settle first. “If you eat two more bites from now, I’ll feed you with my clothes off.” The idea of standing in front of her, nude, didn’t seem so dangerous. Only when she bared skin did I have problems controlling myself.
“Deal, now strip.”
I sat the bowl on the counter with a clink and took a couple steps back. Her eyes trailed over my body and back up again, greedily taking me in. I liked when she looked at me, her eyes heavy-lidded.
With practiced moves, I shrugged out of my coat and tossed it over a nearby stool. Then took my time pulling off the two layers of t-shirt I had beneath.
She slouched deeper and bit her bottom lip as she watched me now.
I kicked away my boots and ignored the flutter in my stomach as she continued her inspection of me. No other man could claim that privilege, and if I had my way, no other man ever would.
“Like what you see?”
She glared. “Shut up and stop teasing me.”
I shucked off my pants and underwear. Her eyes raked over me, stopping at my dick, before her face flashed pink, and she trailed her gaze back to my face.
“Your turn,” I said, keeping my voice level despite the slinky rolling through my insides.
She grabbed at the buttons on her sweater, and I stilled her hand. “I mean the food, Dork. Not the clothes.” It wasn’t time to strip her armor away and take my fill. Not yet.
I gave her another spoonful, and she chewed dutifully. Every line of her body was pulled tight. Like puppet strings in a master’s hand. Her eyes kept straying down, but then stopped abruptly as if she were trying to preserve some of my modesty by not looking exactly where I knew she wanted to.
“You can look, you know. I don’t mind.”
Her face flamed pink again, and I chuckled. Making her blush had to be at the top of my list of favorite things to do with Cathy.
I gave her one more spoonful and leaned over to sit the bowl in the sink. “There, how do you feel?”
She sucked in a breath and let it out slow. “I think okay. Nauseated, but that might be nerves more than the food.”
The sun was beginning to set, and the windows cast a swath of gold light through the room. She blinked against it, and I brushed a lock of her dark hair behind her ear. The light turned her usual green eyes to strange orange orbs. We stared at each other, with the sun’s rays turning us into new people. Other people. The kind which belonged to one another. The kind who didn’t have to fight to be together.
I pulled her into me by the hips, and she wrapped around my body as she did before. “Come on, Beautiful. There is something I want to give you.”
Her forehead wrinkled so adorably. “Oh? What’s that?”
I leaned in so I could press my lips to her earlobe and let my hot exhale make her shiver for me before I spoke. “I want to make you come.”
