Page 132 of The Path to Loving Him
“I’m wondering what your intention is.”
He smooths his hands up my thighs, causing my nerve endings to jump and knot. “To make sure you’re able to help me this week.” He then takes in the bruises, looking over them carefully. “Have you been applying the gel?”
“I have,” I say. Abel even had a quick look on Saturday and said the arnica was doing exactly what it was meant to do.
He gently passes his hand over one. “Does that hurt?”
“Not really,” I say. “If you pressed down, then I’d say yes.”
“And how was walking today?”
“Better than yesterday . . . Doctor.”
He smirks up at me, then leans back and lifts his hat, only to replace it on his head. “Good.”
I sit there, staring down at him, unsure of what to do. “Are we done here?”
He picks up his ice cream bowl and scoops up some ice cream. “If you want to be.”
“What does that mean?” I ask.
“Anything you want it to.”
I lean back, pressing my hands to the table. “You’re acting weird.”
“How so?”
“I don’t know. You’re being all evasive, and you’re eating that ice cream suggestively?”
“How am I eating suggestively? I’m just putting it in my mouth.” He scoops up some ice cream and then brings the spoon right in front of his mouth. “If I were being suggestive, I’d do this.” He rapidly flicks his tongue over the ice cream, causing my entire body to heat.
He then opens his mouth and chews on the ice cream before swallowing.
“That would be suggestive.”
I wet my lips as I stare down at him, my legs opening some more. He notices, and the grin that spreads across his face is dangerous.
Very dangerous.
“You want my tongue, don’t you?”
I want so much more than your tongue.
I want your mouth, your lips all over my body.
I want you driving your cock in and out of me, making my back arch and my body yearn.
I want his cum all over me, marking me, claiming me.
“I can’t even remember what your tongue feels like in order to want it.”
“Maybe you need a reminder,” he says as he smooths his hand up my thigh, grips my underwear, and tugs on it.
God, I’m so easy.
Because I can’t even stop myself from lifting and letting him take it off. To my surprise, he lifts my shirt as well, dragging it over my head, leaving me in just a bra, spread over his kitchen table.
“I thought we weren’t doing this anymore.”
