Page 90 of Finding Us
Those ever-present butterflies I seem to get whenever I’m in her presence, take flight as she approaches and her plump, red lips curve into a smile. These feelings she evokes are as equally terrifying as they are exhilarating. Nobody has ever come close to making me feel the things she does.
“Hey, you,” I say. The second she’s in reach, I extend my arms and slide them around her tiny waist, pulling her into me.
“Hey.”
“I can’t even put into words how edible you look in this outfit,” I tell her, joining our lips and sliding my hands down to grope her arse.
“Is that a dagger in your pocket, Mr Bradley? Or are you just pleased to see me?”
“I’m definitely pleased to see you, Miss Maloney,” I chuckle, because that’s the God’s honest truth.
“If I come inside, are you going to behave yourself?”
My lips move down to her neck. “I’ll admit, it’s going to be a struggle, but I promise I’ll behave.”
Bending my knees slightly, I effortlessly lift her into my arms, carrying her inside my apartment. After kicking the front door closed with my foot, I head towards my room.
Sitting her on the edge of the bed, I lift one of her legs, removing her high heel. I use my thumbs to massage the ball of her foot. “What are you doing?” she asks.
“Making it up to you.” She leans back on her elbows and moans. “You’ll need to quit making those sexy little noises, babe.”
“Why?” she asks, biting down on her bottom lip.
I lean in, dragging it free. “You’ll need to stop doing that too.”
“Why?”
“Because you know what they do to me, and I’m trying really hard not to break my promise.”
“My bad,” she says, grinning.
“Are you doing it on purpose?”
“No, it’s just my body’s natural reaction to your hands touching me.”
I arch a brow. “So, what you’re really saying is that I do it for you?”
“You definitely do it for me, Wolf.”I’ll be damned if she doesn’t do it for me too.
Once I’m finished with her feet, I lean in and pop the button on her leather pants. When she gives me a dubious look, like I’m going back on my word, I clarify, “I’m just getting you comfortable, and ready for bed.”
By the time she’s down to her skimpy black underwear, I’m struggling to keep my composure. My cock is so hard it’s tenting my sweats. “You’re giving me that look again.”
“What look?”
“That wolfish one.”
I chuckle at her reply. “Wolfish one?”
“Yes, thatI want to gobble you up look.”
“Am I that transparent?”
“Uh huh.”
I reach for the T-shirt I placed on the bed before she got here, sliding it over her head. “I’m going to need you to remove your own bra … I’m not sure if I can be trusted to do it.” I retreat a step when she reaches under the tee, unclasping the back, and sliding the straps through the armholes. I’m forced to take another when I notice her hardened nipples poking through my shirt. I clear my throat. “There’s a clean washer beside the sink in the bathroom, so you can remove your make-up.”
“Thanks,” she says, rising from the bed and heading in that direction.
