Glimmer (Glimmer and Glow 1) - Page 52

In fact, his presence in that bed was a powerful magnet to her attention, not to mention her libido. Her sex felt overly sensitive. Hot. The snug material of her jean shorts seemed to tug at her awareness, stimulating her sex unintentionally.

She leaned forward warily and spied around the wing of the chair. He was still turned away from her, as unmoving as a statue.

She touched herself through her jean shorts, biting her lower lip at the pressure. Things felt very humid between her thighs. She rubbed up and down over her clit with her fingertip, pressing firmly, bucking her hips forward slightly. Sensation pulsed through her, delicious and forbidden, and yet strangely insufficient at once. Frustrated, she slid her forefinger beneath the frayed edge of her shorts and touched the edge of her panties. Her finger slipped beneath the elastic.

She was juicy.

She surrendered for a moment to pleasure.

The sound of Dylan moving on the bed penetrated her consciousness. She jerked her hand like she’d been burned, her wrist thumping against the arm of the chair. Guiltily, she scurried for her pen, ducking behind the wing back for cover. For a tense moment, she was afraid to look toward the bed. She stared at the numbers on the page blindly, her heart pounding out a wild rhythm in her ears. She was acutely aware of the dampness of her finger spreading on the pen she clutched.

“Come here.”

She blinked in shock, sure she’d imagined his gravelly command. Her charging heart seemed to pause. Warily, she peered around the chair. He’d turned over in bed, and was facing her. The bed was cast in shadow, but she saw his eyes gleaming from beneath heavy lids. She swallowed convulsively.

“I’m … I’m not finished yet,” she muttered lamely.

“Yes, you are. With that. Come here,” he repeated.

Moving very slowly, she set down the report and stood. She placed the pen she gripped onto the table and started to walk toward the bed. He remained unmoving. His gaze on her was hawklike. Electric. Feeling self-conscious in the spotlight of his attention, she slid her hands against the back of her jean shorts, wiping away her juices.

“Don’t,” he said sharply, sitting up slightly, leaning on his elbow.

“Don’t what?” she wondered, her knee bumping against the side of the bed.

He reached for her right wrist. Oh no. He held her hand in front of his face. She held her breath as he peered at her fingers with narrowed eyes. Thank God, she’d wiped most of the evidence of her arousal on her shorts. Her finger glistened a little still, but it might have been from her soda can or perspiration.

“What are you doing?” she mumbled, pulling on her hand. Instead of freeing her, he lifted her fingers to his face.

To his nose. He inhaled. She froze. He met her stare, and her eyes went wide at what she saw. He looked very hard in that moment. Feral, but fierce. Focused.

“I don’t appreciate that, Alice,” he said, his quiet tone striking her as ominous. She shivered.

“Appreciate what?” she sidestepped.

“I don’t appreciate you insinuating you don’t need to be touched—that you can do without sex tonight—when it’s obvious you’re lying.”

“It’s not obvious—” She gasped loudly, stunned. He’d opened his lips and inserted her finger into his mouth. He laved the skin with a warm tongue, sucking slightly … searching. Something pulled like a fishhook at her very core. Heat rushed through her.

“There’s nothing more obvious than that,” he said with a significant glance after he’d slid her finger out of his mouth. Alice just stared at him, speechless. He looked beyond hungry.

“Take off your clothes,” he said.

“Why?” she whispered stupidly. His manner tonight excited her almost unbearably, but she was wary as well.

“Because I’m going to spank you for being so stubborn,” he said. His hard mouth flickered. “Then I’m going to make you scream in pleasure because you’re so stubborn. Now go on,” he urged. “Take off your clothes. I want to watch.”

She might have been able to resist if his mouth hadn’t softened with humor. Or if his face hadn’t gone all rigid and forbidding once again when he said he wanted to watch while she undressed. He wasn’t really as intimidating as she sometimes imagined. It was lust that made him seem so hard at times.

And he did want her. Bad. It was written all over his face and in every line of his coiled muscles in that moment. The knowledge empowered her. She wanted him just as bad. It was an awesome, scary thing, when you looked unblinkingly into the face of desire.

She slid out of the canvas shoes she was wearing and unfastened the top button of her shorts.

“I don’t want to be spanked,” she said as her fingers lowered. Even the indirect pressure of her fingers sent her sex to tingling.

“We’ll see,” he said enigmatically, his seductive gaze following the path of her fingers. Her fingers reached the lowest button. “Touch yourself again. Like you did over there in the chair.”

She paused. “You were spying,” she accused.

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