Page 65 of Faith's Redemption

I tilted my head and smiled seductively. “You want to fuck me in these boots.”

“For days.”

I laughed and ran a hand up the soft fabric covering the heat of his chest. “I’ll keep that in mind tonight when I go back to Grace’s house.”

He groaned. “You can’t be serious.”

“Sleeping alone,” I continued. “Just me. In a t-shirt and my itty-bitty little panties.”

He dropped his head. “You’re evil.”

“Maybe my fingers might have to take the edge off,” I said, licking my fingertip.

“And pretend it’s my mouth?”

Hello.

“Holy shit, I think I just got wet,” I said, my voice going weak. “Well played, Mr. Bishop.”

“Well, I think I just lost all the blood in my brain,” he said, taking my wet fingertip in his mouth and sucking.

“So, I know what I’ll be doing tonight,” I said. “Maybe you can think about it too.”

“I’m already fifteen scenes and eight positions ahead of you.”

I smiled, kissing his chest and inhaling his scent. Why did I still feel like I needed to memorize that?

“You ready to go?” he asked. “I’ll walk you out.”

“You tired already?”

“No, but I’ve got a sleepless night to look forward to with a cold shower and a very busy fist.”

I grinned, even as my insides grew hot thinking about him pleasuring himself. “Well... maybe tomorrow I can do something about that. You know I haven’t gotten to taste you yet.”

He closed his eyes, groaning. “Keep talking like that and my dick is going to need its own ride home tonight.”

I giggled against him and he buried his face in my hair. “Thank you,” he murmured.

I looked up. “For what?”

“For coming here tonight. For trusting me.”

The song ended, but we kept swaying, kept looking into each other’s eyes.

“Always,” I whispered, wondering what he saw in there. If I had any tells. I swallowed hard and smiled softly. “No more lies.”

He shook his head and pulled me close, kissing my forehead and gazing off across the room. “No more lies.”