Page 67 of So This Is War
We both laugh. “He has no idea what’s coming for him.” I hear some fumbling at the front door, so I whisper, “Oh shit, I think he’s here. Talk later.”
“Bye,” she says as I quickly toss the fabric spray under his bed, making a mental note to collect it later.
Before I walk out into the living room, I play with my nipples quickly, making them poke against the fabric of the shirt.
Perfect.
Feeling good, I strut out of his bedroom and down the hall where I get my first glance at him.
He’s wearing the sweatsuit I picked out for him, and his hair looks like he’s been running his hand through it for the better portion of the flight. He’s left the scruff on his jaw, and there’s some light bruising around his eyes where he got hit in the head the other day. And to my demise, he looks so fucking good that it pains me to have to conduct erotic torture on him . . . because I think it’s going to be just as torturous on me.
Stepping in closer, I say, “Welcome home.” He glances to the side, and immediately, his eyes fall to my breasts.
Classic.
I could read this man like a book.
He wets his lips before his eyes slowly move up to my face. “Uh, hey,” he says before looking away.
“How was the flight?” I walk up to him, letting my breasts skim across his arm before I take his bag from his hand to set it down.
He shivers from the touch and steps back. “It was, uh . . . it was good.”
“That’s great to hear.” I smooth my hand over his arm.
“Yeah,” he squeaks. “Great flight. Just great. All around great.” He backs up to the kitchen island chairs. “Really, uh, great.”
I smirk at him. “Sounds like it was great.” I wink and then add, “I’m guessing it’s better to fly home when you win than when you lose. I’m sure my dad is a nightmare to be with on a flight after a loss.”
His eyes fall to my chest again before he glances away. “He, uh, he doesn’t really say much for a win or a loss.”
I take a step closer. “And here I thought he raged. Well, anyway, welcome home. Let me show you what I’ve done.” I take his hand, which he seems surprised by, and lead him to the dining room table, where his pencils are set up. I pick up the vase and say, “What do you think? Perfectly sharpened, right?”
His eyes remain fixed on me for a moment as if he’s trying to study me, and then he looks back down at the pencils. “Wow, yeah, those look sharpened.” He pulls on the back of his neck, looking so uncomfortable. Just the way I want him.
“Sniff one.”
“Huh?” he asks.
I take his hand in mine again, force him to grab one of the pencils, and bring it up to his nose. “Sniff it like a flower. I know how much you love the smell.”
“Sure, yeah. Love a good sniff.” He leans close to the pencil and takes a short but quick sniff. His eyebrows shoot up as he says, “Woodsy. That’s nice.”
“That’s what I thought when I smelled it,” I say as I press my hand to his chest. His eyes fall to my hand and dart back up to me. “It was a pleasure sharpening those for you, Levi.”
His eyes widen slightly as he sets the pencil back in the vase. “Good to know.” He takes a step back from me and sticks his hands in his pockets, clearly trying to keep his distance.
Inwardly smiling, I turn away from him and bend at the waist, making sure to stick my ass out as I put the vase back down, giving him a great view. When I glance over my shoulder, I catch him checking me out. Yup, this is going to be so much fun.
“And then here are your Skittles,” I say, showing them off at the kitchen counter. “I hope I did it right. Was this what you were looking for?” I stand behind the containers, my breasts right at the same eye level. I watch his eyes scan the Skittles but mainly remain on my chest.
“Yeah,” he murmurs. “Exactly what I was looking for.”
And thank God my nipples are still hard because what a show for him right now.
“Great.” I walk around the island and take his hand again. I pick up his bag and guide him toward his bedroom.
“Uh, what are you doing?” he asks.
