Page 5 of Catch Me
I pulled back just enough to speak, tongue circling her swollen nub tenderly. “Should I continue? Or are you ready to talk?”
“Si…” She was panting, her knees shaking, but I didn’t let her get any other words out.
“Have it your way.” And then I attacked her greedy pussy again, my tongue filling her as deep as I could go before drawing back and replacing it with two fingers. With her wetness still coating my face, I stood up, fingers driving into her with a steady rhythm, and captured her lips with mine.
“Do you taste yerself, lass? Do you taste how sweet you are?”
I felt her response on my fingers as she quivered and clenched around them. Her core milked my fingers as her release tore through her body. I could have stayed there all night teasing every ounce of pleasure from her. But I withdrew to a low whimper of displeasure as I’d spied something behind her on the shelf and an idea began to take form.
I was rewarded with a pouty glare as I pulled away. “Are you done interrogating me already? I thought you were supposed to be a professional at this.” The frustration and bratty tone made me grin even more as I reached for the book I’d skimmed through the first time I’d visited her in the apartment.
“I’m merely adjusting my techniques. You’re a special case, lass.” I held up the book and watched as confusion and then apprehension washed over her features.
“What do you intend to do with my book? I swear if you do anything to ruin it, I will shoot you.”
I grinned. “Well now, you just gave away a bargaining chip. We really need to work on your negotiating techniques.” She opened her mouth to speak, but I interrupted her. “For every truth you tell me, I will make one of your fantasies from this book come true.” Her eyes widened as she looked from the book I was holding and then back to me, a blush creeping up her cheeks.
I flipped through the pages and arched a brow. “Looks like chapter 55 has seen quite a bit of wear and tear. Favorite chapter?” Her mouth snapped shut, and she glared.
“I can’t tell if you’re being serious or teasing me, so I’m not inclined to accept your proposal. But I’ll still shoot you if you ruin that book.” She reached out to grab it out of my hands, but I held it aloft and shook my head.
“This isn’t a joke, lass. I know how much you love your fantasies. Let me fulfill them.” I didn’t add that I wanted to be her fantasy. To be the one that made them come true and also inspired them. That was something that I couldn’t promise her, though. But this, this I could give. I just hoped that when it was time to walk away for good, it would be enough. For the both of us. “All you have to do is tell me the truth.”
She stared at me for a long second, seeming to assess my seriousness, and then glanced back to the book and nodded slowly. “Fine, but I have conditions. I get to pick scenes from different books. I like that chapter, but if I’m going to get some fantasies fulfilled, I think I should get to pick which ones they are.”
I grinned. “Fair. One scene from any book you choose for every question you answer.”
“And,” she held up one finger, and I arched a brow at her. “You also have to answer my questions. Truthfully.”
“You already stated your condition, princess.” I shook my head. “Now you’re just being greedy.”
“Wrong. I said ‘conditions’, plural. And I don’t think this is being greedy. You’re going to get double the reward, my fantasies and my answers. I think it’s only fair that I get the same thing in return.” She cocked her head, her eyes wide and innocent but sparkling with the knowledge that she’d thrown my words back in my face. “How’s that for negotiating?”
I swallowed thickly, suddenly unsure of the game I’d started, but nodded slowly. “Very good. I agree with your conditions.” I let my gaze drag down her body, devouring and mapping every sexy inch and then slowly back up to where she was staring at me with lust filled eyes again.
“Shall we begin?”
CHAPTERFIVE
Hannah
This was an intimacy I’d been unprepared to deal with. For a long time, books had been my only escape from the hell I’d felt trapped in. When Sybil had alienated me from my friends, I’d clung to the words, the worlds, and the friendships I’d found in them. The more attached to Sybil’s hip I was, the more withdrawn into faraway romances and adventures I’d become.
The only time I’d really taken a break in my reading hobby had been while I was attending a local state college and Sybil had been away at Georgia Tech. Then, I’d made a few friends in my law classes and had even reconnected with some of my old highschool friends. But every time Sybil came home, they didn’t exist anymore. Then, once I’d graduated and started applying for jobs with the FBI, Sybil had insinuated that she was too scared and lonely to be in Atlanta by herself. So I’d packed my books up and moved to the city I now called home.
Simon stepped away, and I dragged my pants back on. Was I a little disgruntled that this new game he was playing had interrupted our fun? Maybe. But curiosity was getting the better of me and I’d conceded just to see where this would go. This was my chance to get some honest answers from the elusive Ghost and I would not let it go to waste.
His eyes were still dark with desire as he tracked the movements of my pants sliding over my hips and for a moment, I thought he was going to tell me to stop. But then he just grinned and sat down on my couch, one leg crossing over his knee with the casualness of male arrogance.
“I’m not sure what I like better, you in those pants, or out of them.”
I shook my head, unable to resist an answering grin. “Well, considering how I seem to end up out of them every time you come around, I’d say the latter.” I held out my hand. “Book please.”
He seemed to hesitate for a moment before carefully placing it in my hand, where I then turned to carefully return it to its proper place on my shelf. My life may have been in disarray, but I was nearly OCD about my bookshelves and each book had its correct placement according to genre, author, and sometimes even color. When I was done, I moved to sit down on the couch next to him.
“So,” I cocked my head and studied him, suddenly unsure of what the next steps would be. We’d made a bargain. But how that bargain would play out remained to be seen. “Who goes first?”
He studied me for a moment in the same manner, as if he, too, was just realizing the weight of the agreement we’d made. For every truth I told, he had to tell one as well. The fantasy fulfillment was just the sweetener to bind the deal. But to get the reward, we were both going to do something we’d never done until this point with each other. Be honest.
