Page 79 of Fragile Lives

“Back to Boston.”

“Are you coming back?” she asks quietly.

I shake my head ‘no.’

She looks down at her feet. “I like you, Stephan, a lot. I didn’t think I would get attached to you so much for such a short period of time, but I did. You make it so easy.”

“Easy?” I ask, confused.

“Yes,” she shrugs with a subtle smile on her face, “easy. I mean, look at you.”

“Too handsome?” I laugh.

“And cocky.” She smiles. “But you’re so much more than you think you are. I got so addicted to you—”

“To me or my dick?” I chuckle, unable to resist a little teasing.

She punches my chest and rolls her eyes. “Your dick is not that special.”

“Really?” I narrow my eyes at the challenge. “Not so special?”

I take that step separating us, and now our bodies are flush against each other. She lifts her head up to see my face but doesn’t touch me. Nor do I touch her. She’ll feel my touch soon enough.

“No.” Her face turns defiant.

I lean into her and take a deep breath, inhaling her sweet smell. “If I dip my finger between your legs right now, I won’t find you soaked for me?”

“No.” Her neck moves in a swallow.

I push my nose into her cheek, still not touching her with my hands.

“And your heart isn’t beating like crazy for me?”

“No,” she breathes out and licks her lips.

My nostrils flare because it’s hard to control myself when I’m trying to seduce her. My body refuses to listen to me and starts acting on its own accord.

“And your hands don’t itch to touch me?” I move my nose along her jawline. “Touch my cock like you did at the cabin?”

“No,” she nearly squeaks.

I press myself to her so she can feel how hard I am thinking about our time in the cabin together.

“And your tongue doesn’t itch to tell me what I should do with my hands?”

She just shakes her head, unable to utter a word. I press myself to her harder, and she squares her shoulders again, trying not to back down.

“And if I d—”

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” she hisses, grabbing my face with her hands, landing her lips on mine.

I don’t waste time because I don’t know how much I will have here, so I grab her ass and lift her up. Placing her on the counter, I settle between her spread legs.

She pulls on my sweater, attempting to get rid of it as if she has some personal vendetta against the piece of clothing. She lets out a little growl when she can’t manage it, and I chuckle into her mouth. She gives me a jab to my ribs, and I laugh.

“Oh, you be quiet,” she hisses, and I help her pull my sweater off.

“Yes, ma’am.”