Page 12 of Forbidden

His brows knit in confusion and he crosses his arms over his chest. Those arms, they were holding me last night. I was crushed to that chest, felt its hardness. I want to feel it again.Shit. Focus, Raven!

“What do you mean?”

“Deena was very forthcoming with information this morning.”

“Deena? Who’s that?”

“Wow, one would think you’d know the name of the woman who had your dick in her mouth last night.”

His face relaxes and he places his hands on his hips.

“She told you that?”

“Not exactly. She and Lonnie were talking over breakfast and they thought I couldn’t hear.”

I show him my earphones as a way of explanation. “Chick could barely talk. You really did some damage with, as she put it, your ‘monster dick’.”

He chuckles and shakes his head, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Raven, look –”

“It’s cool. I just think I should get some kind of compensation if I’m going to be your fluffer.”

“Fluffer?” he exclaims. “What the fuck do you know about fluffers?”

“I know a lot of things,” I say with a smirk. The majority of my “knowledge” comes from books but that’stotallyirrelevant. He doesn’t need to know that, right?

He steps closer and I consciously have to try to control my breathing. That smirk? Gone. I need to stop letting him affect me like this.

“That’s great, but there’s a lot more I plan on teaching you.”

Okay, that low, seductive voice just did things to my body a voice should have no ability to do. I desperately need to turn this situation around. I unfold my arms and slowly trace my cleavage with my middle finger. The action draws his attention and he licks his lips.

“Tell me…when she was on her knees in front of you…were you thinking about me?”

The guilty expression confirms what I already knew. “Were you imagining my mouth wrapped around you?”

His Adam’s apple rises and falls as he swallows hard.

“Let me guess. You know about that, too.”

“Well, I’vedonesome things, too, Mr. Hunter.”

He clenches his jaw. Hard.Uh oh, have I gone too far?

“You shouldn’t talk like that.”

“Why not? You’ll have more material when you’re with Deena later…or Lonnie…or whoever.”

“I admit it. I was thinking about you. And you know what? It pissed me the fuck off.”

Ouch. There’s a blow to my ego.

“I meant I shouldn’t be thinking about you like that. At least not yet. And you talking like that doesn’t help my situation.”

“I’m sorry you can’t control your urges, but it’s not my problem.”

“I want you. I can’t help that. I just need you to know that the moment I can, Iwillhave you.”