Page 17 of Anger Bang
“That’s not a yes.”
He moved his right hand from her skirt to the inside of her smooth thigh, just resting it there and letting her feel the heat of his touch as she imagined what he’d do next. Giving her time to think up the possibilities, he skated along the line of too much and not enough.
She moved to turn in his arms, to face him, but he slid his left arm across her waist, holding her in place. Her skirt dropped down, covering his hand on her thigh.
“Uh-uh-uh,” he said. “You said nothing personal, only acquaintances. You already kissed me once. Any more and that would start to feel very personal.”
“I can kiss without it being more,” she said, sounding almost sure of herself.
“Maybe I can’t.”
She stilled against him, and he held his breath, waiting to see what she’d do next. One. Two. Three heavy heartbeats. Then she took one arm and covered his arm around her waist before lowering her other hand and slipping it to the side of her skirt to cover his on her thigh.
Thea peeked over her shoulder at him. “Yes.”
Thank. Christ.
“Spread your legs, Thea.”
She did, her body relaxing against his as she rested the back of her head against the pocket of his shoulder. Yeah, that wasn’t going to do. Not at all. He glided his hand up her inner thigh, getting within an inch of her damp heat and then sliding away before repeating the move again and again as she tensed with need in his arms. Instead of giving her what she obviously wanted, though, he took his time, relishing the feel of her against him and the way she rubbed her ass against his hard dick as he teased her.
Was he an asshole for toying with her like this? Yeah, he was, but she’d thank him for it—not right away, but eventually.
Thea groaned with frustration when he came within a hairsbreadth of the damp center of her panties yet again.
“Enough.” She used her hand on top of his to urge him higher, to try to get him to touch her, to sink his fingers inside her.
“Now now, Thea,” he said, holding firmly away from her sweet pussy. “We are in the middle of an experiment.”
She closed her eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. “You’re horrible.”
“Yes.” He dipped his head down close to her ear. “But you’re not nice, either. You said so yourself.”
“This experiment can work both ways, you know,” she said, sounding as if she almost just might mean it. “I could torture you with slowness, too.”
The laugh burst out before he could stop it. She narrowed her eyes over her shoulder at him but didn’t move away. Yeah, she knew the truth of the situation, too.
“No lies between acquaintances with benefits,” he said. “We both know you’re too impatient for that.” He traced a circle on her inner thigh with his fingertip. “You’re hungry for that orgasm.” She squirmed against him, rocking back against his aching cock. “You want to have it hard and fast and now, but you’re going to have to wait.” He stilled his finger. “I’m gonna make you savor everything that comes before, during, and after. I’m gonna leave you wrung out and sated.”
“Big promises,” she said, her voice low and breathy.
He chuckled. So much for the woman who turned tomato red when discussing their mutually beneficial arrangement and spent way too much time staring at his boots as they talked. It seemed there was a little spice to all of Thea Pope’s sweetness. She hid it well, but there was more to her than she let most people see. Fuck, she probably didn’t even realize he’d gotten a peek, but it was hard to shield things when all you could think about was coming.
He glided his fingertips an inch or so higher on her inner thigh before stopping again. “But you want me to deliver on those big promises, don’t you, Thea?”
She let out a needy moan as she encircled his wrist and then tried to pull his hand up toward her hot core. She didn’t get far. Hell, he didn’t let her nudge him an inch.
“You can have that. I’ll give it to you,” he said, his voice rough as a wave of lust rushed through him. “I’ll push my way under those wet panties of yours. They are wet, aren’t they?”
He waited for her to nod in agreement before he went on. “I’m going to circle that clit of yours so softly you are gonna want to kill me, but don’t worry, the pressure will increase with each rotation until it’s just right. And the only thing you’ll be able to feel or think about is my fingertips. You’re going to be so slippery, so soft. I just know it. I won’t be able to resist sinking my fingers inside you, plunging them in deep, and filling you up.”
Fuck, he could picture her, feel her, smell her sweetness so vividly that he was ready to abandon his plan and sink balls deep into her right now. It took him a couple of deep breaths, but he got himself back on track before he gave into temptation.
“Don’t worry, though. I’m going to rub the heel of my palm against that hard clit of yours. Eventually, I’m going to finger-fuck you just right, just the way you want, and you’re going to come all over my hand so hard you’re going to feel it in these cute ears of yours.” He nipped her earlobe. “So now that you know exactly how big my promise is. Tell me, Thea, are you ready for me to deliver?”
Chapter Eight
Thea’s legs were trembling, and she’d lost any sense of time or place or who she was. All she knew was that Kade St. James was pure evil.
