Page 24 of Infatuated as They Come (Sinful Trilogy #2)

I smiled, keeping a hand pressed to the doorway. “Oh, you’re finally talking to me, huh?”

“Are you gonna stand there all night?”

“Are you gonna be acting this way all night?”

“Acting like what?”

“Like a brat?”

She rolled her eyes. “I am not acting like a brat. ”

“What do you call this then?” I leaned in closer to her. “Because you’ve been giving me attitude all night.”

“There’s nothing wrong. I’m fine.”

I tilted my head at her. “Are you mad at me, Pom Poms?”

She huffed. “No.”

“I know when you’re mad at me. I have a lot of experience with that in case you’re forgetting.”

“How could I ever forget?”

“What’s wrong? Tell me.”

“I told you I’m fine.”

“Did your daddy’s best friend happen to tell you something?” I asked. “Hm? Because I was planning on telling you, but he beat me to it.”

“You said you were gonna go to the studio!”

“And I was, okay?” I sighed. “I planned on going. I talked to my boss and everything, but then some shit happened at work and they needed someone to stay back.”

“And you volunteered, of course.” She threw her hands up.

“No one else could do it and I already know why you did it. You’re doing exactly what you said you wouldn’t do.

You didn’t come here to just look after me, right?

I don’t need looking after. I can look after myself. Why can’t you do what you want?”

“I’m here with you,” I said, letting my fingers brush along her arm, but she quickly jerked herself away from me. “That’s all I need.”

“You barely even paint anymore.”

“I paint.”

“All you paint is me!”

“So?”

“So, no one wants to buy paintings of me.”

“I wouldn’t fucking sell those in the first place,” I muttered. “Those are for my eyes only. My point is that there’s no reason for you to be this mad at me.”

“I’m not mad, okay?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m… frustrated.”

“That makes two of us.” My eyes moved along her body, taking in the way she looked in her uniform. Stomach on show, tiny skirt hitting mid-thigh, top straining against her chest. “Been kinda hard watching you prance around in that little skirt all night.”

One eyebrow raised, she took a slow step closer to me. “I do not prance . I cheer.”

“You’re right. And you’re real good at it and I love watching you do it, but right now, you’re being a brat.”

“And?”

“And I see you still love mouthin’ off at me like it’s your job,” I said, my voice raising a little.

“You call being supportive mouthing off?”

“Yes. Only you could pull that one off.”

“I’m just trying to help, okay?”

“And I appreciate that. I do. But even after all those talks we’ve had, you still don’t seem to be getting it.”

“I get it.”

“Do you?”

“Yes. More than you think I do. You think I’m some dumb spoiled rich girl who doesn’t understand where you’re coming from.”

My head shook. “I don’t think you’re dumb.”

“You think I’m spoiled, though.”

“You are spoiled.”

Tongue clicking, she flicked her long hair over her shoulder. “Can I go have a shower now, or do you wanna stand here and argue all night?”

“It’s been a while since we’ve argued like this.” My eyes ran along her body, staring at the pleats of her skirt. I had the biggest urge to hike it up a little. Maybe more than a little. “Think I kinda miss it. I think you miss it too.”

“I do not miss fighting with you,” she said, arms crossing over her chest.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“Your cheeks are really red,” I said, my hands falling to her waist. She didn’t shove my hands away, though. Instead she looked down at them for a split second, her teeth biting into her bottom lip. I walked her backwards, gently guiding her away from the door. “Why are your cheeks so red? ”

“They’re not red,” she said softly.

“Are you blushing?”

“No.”

“You look flustered.”

“Because you’re annoying me. Like you used to.”

“I think you miss me annoying you. I think you miss the way I used to get under your skin and make you blush and say things to you no one else ever said to you…” I moved in closer, my lips ghosting over her neck, not quite touching her but so tempted to taste her skin. “Do you?”

“No,” she said, breathing that tiny bit uneven.

“I know when you’re lying. You’re not good at it. And as cute as it is to see you all angry and stomping around, you’re still being a fuckin’ brat.”

“So?”

“So…” I laughed lowly. “Do I have to fuck it out of you or something?”

She scoffed. “You can try, but it won’t work.”

“I’m pretty sure I can pull it off.”

“I’m certain you can’t.”

“How certain?”

“Positive.”

“How positive?”

“Extremely.”

“You wanna bet?”

“You’ll lose.”

“Do you want me to try?”

“Do it.”

“Do it?”

“Mhm. Do it. And I bet you by the end of it, I’ll still be acting the exact same way.”

“What, annoying as fuck?”

“Will you just hurry up and lose this bet already?”

My lips slammed to hers, grunting against her mouth as I tasted whatever sugary sweet lip gloss she had on.

I was too hungry for her. Watching her in that tiny skirt and hearing her running her mouth had me harder than I cared to admit.

One hand squeezed at her hip as I moved us to the other side of the room, my other hand smacking up against the wall so that she wouldn’t hit it.

I hesitantly tore my lips away from hers, nodding at her cheer top. “Take it off.”

“Take it off yourself,” she bit out.

“That’s how it’s gonna be, huh?” I asked, finding the little zipper at the side of her top. “You’re gonna act like this all night?”

“If it’ll annoy you, then yes.”

“Goddamn pain in the ass,” I said under my breath, ripping her top and bra off and hissing when I got sight of her perfect tits.

I leaned in close to her, lips hovering next to hers as I rubbed a thumb against one of her pretty brown nipples.

“That feel good?” I asked lowly. “Hm? Does that feel nice?”

“No,” she said with a little pout.

“No?” I chuckled, quickly pulling my hand away from her. “I’ll stop.”

“Don’t,” she said, eyes all big as she stared up at me. “Don’t stop.”

But she was being a brat and I kind of liked the idea of making her beg for a second or two.

“But you said it didn’t feel nice. Were you lying?

Or maybe you just want me to touch you somewhere else?

Maybe here?” I asked, using one hand to keep her skirt hiked up, showing me her tiny red shorts.

I tucked a finger into the back of them, feeling the soft lace of the panties she had on underneath as I gave them a quick flick, letting them snap back against her ass. “You always wear two pairs of panties?”

“Those are my spankies,” she said softly.

I flicked them again before dragging my finger slowly to the front of them, tugging at the elastic. “Are they, or are you just tryna make things harder for me? Hm? You tryna annoy me?”

“I’ve never annoyed you ever in my life.”

“There you go lying again.” My finger pulled her shorts and panties to the side, revealing that sweet, bare pussy to me.

“Fuck, look at you. Look at how fuckin’ pretty you are.

Is that where you want me to touch you?” I pressed a finger to her entrance, hissing at how wet she felt before tracing that finger up to her clit, rubbing at her there softly .

“Sawyer,” she whimpered, both her hands on my arm, clawing at the material of my shirt.

“See, isn’t this better?” I asked, letting my lips ghost over her neck. I gave her a soft kiss as I kept playing with her clit. “Wouldn’t you rather make all these pretty little noises instead of yelling at me? Isn’t this so much better than fighting, baby?”

Her eyes fluttered shut, head lolling back against the wall. Pouty lips parted, she kept letting out the sweetest sounding whimpers, her cheeks all flushed as I played with her clit.

“Are you close?” I asked, kissing at her neck.

“No,” she said, fidgeting a little.

“No? It looks like you are.”

“You’re imagining things.”

“Aw, you keep lying to me. Why do you keep lying, princess?” I dragged my finger from her clit to her entrance, pushing into her and grunting at how she clenched around me. “You feel like you’re close too.”

“I’m not,” she said, finally opening her eyes. “I could do it better myself.”

“Should I stop and let you take over?” I asked, moving my hand just an inch or two away. Head shaking, she looked up at me with big eyes, shoving my hand back in between her thighs. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

My finger found her clit again and I rubbed and rubbed, keeping myself pressed to her tight as my tongue pushed into her mouth, capturing every last one of her moans.

She felt all soft and wet against me, my finger never leaving her as she clawed at my hair and shirt.

All it took was one more fast swipe against her clit for her to fall apart, her lips parting to release the prettiest little cry.

She was panting hard as I kept her steady, my hands on her hips as my eyes raked over her body.

“Take your panties off for me.” I watched as she moved a hand to the zipper on the side of her skirt, but I gave my head a firm shake. “Skirt stays on. Everything else comes off.”

“You have a fetish,” she muttered.

“Only for you. Keep the skirt on.”

Instead of mouthing off, she listened. She tucked her fingers into the sides of her panties and little shorts, shimmying out of them until they hit the floor.

My hands grabbed her hips and I pulled her over to the bed, getting her settled on her stomach as her little skirt flipped up in the process, showing me her ass: round and peachy and perfect, her skin with that natural, gorgeous, glowing tan.

I couldn’t help myself as my fingers kneaded at her, spreading those plump cheeks apart and showing me everything.

“So fucking pretty,” I muttered to myself, kneeling on the bed with one leg. It made complete sense that she had the prettiest pussy in the entire world. All delicate, deep golden skin; smooth and soft and glistening and gorgeous. So fucking perfect. “Do you even know how pretty you are?”