Page 94 of Swept Away

“You were mad this evening?”

He laughs.

“You have no idea. I thought I’d burn this town down, and you’d learn about it from the news. And then you’d know better than not to answer your phone. I knew what you were doing. And I knew you were upset. I just hoped you wouldn’t make some motherfucker happy by fucking him out of vengeance.”

“I wouldn’t do that.”

He strokes my cheek tenderly.

“Youshouldnever do that,” he says seriously yet still with gentleness. “We’re never too far away from you,” he adds with humor, and I press my finger into his chest.

“By the way, there is no young woman in the house across from me.”

“What?”

He looks at me, baffled, not knowing what I’m talking about.

Why does he keep forgetting about that?

“You said something about your long-lost stepsister when we met.”

“Oh, that.”

He smiles.

“You forgot?”

Running his fingers through his hair, he looks away.

“No, I didn’t forget.”

“Was that story even real?”

“Yes, it was,” he says curtly before taking my hand and pivoting. “Let’s get in bed. I want to fuck you.”

His voice moves through me at light speed, bringing me back to the moment.

To why we’re here.

He rolls the covers to the side and invites me to lie down.

I slide against the cold sheets and watch him take off his jeans and boxers.

He’s already unapologetically hard.

He’s always had this confidence about him that leaves me breathless. The way he moves and shifts from one conversation to another, from doing one thing to starting another.

He always seems to be in control, even when he isn’t.

He’s always waiting to get back in the driving seat, like now.

He lies next to me, his erection brushing my thigh, while he slides his hand between my knees and runs it up.

When he touches me between my legs, with his eyes steady on mine, I forget about the things we’ve talked about before, and all I want to see is where this is going.

Sex is his weapon of choice, and right now, I can’t wait for him to use it.

Playing with my pussy, he licks his way up my neck, and by the time he locks my mouth and slides his tongue between my lips, I’m wet against his hand.