01-02-2025, 12:44 AM
He pulled her onto him, which had rather been the point of the teasing gesture up her leg, though she was still surprised when he did it. Made her smile, though. She went as easy as liquid, letting the dress ruck about her hips as her arms twined about his neck. The feel of him underneath her did nothing for her sense of temperance. The heat was intoxicating.
When they arrived, Eddie paid for the cab while she smoothed herself into a little more modesty. The driver seemed amused, as well he might for the free show. From behind Eddie’s shoulder, Nesrin only winked back.
Inside she saw precisely nothing of the apartment, which hadn’t exactly been the original plan, but Nesrin lived in the moment – and when plans changed, so did she. She moved as he wished, remembering the way he’d taken charge at the club to get her out, though if that had been a fascination, this was charged with desire. Nesrin enjoyed chasing as much as being chased, but the sweet-spot was in between; the push-and-pull tug that worked both ways. Eddie wasn’t mindful anymore; he was as caught up as she was. And the way he pinned her was frankly hot.
As the dress began to come off she was half aware of the hidden Key, but it wasn’t anywhere he was going to notice it. Most of her thoughts were caught between revelling in the moment of worship, in the electricity of his mouth travelling down her skin (where she was more than keen for it to go), and simply wanting to get Eddie out of his own clothes. When the dress puddled she tugged at his shirt and pushed him at the hips, urging him back onto his bed. So many damn buttons. Probably a few casualties there, unless he was in the mood to be more careful.
Even in the shadows the revealed bruise on his stomach was dark. Nesrin paused long enough to glance up at him under her lashes. The look was half inquiry, half something lust-drunk. Because he’d earned that protecting her. Her fingers traced gingerly across the muscles of his abdomen. “Does it hurt?” she asked, lips brushing the warm skin after, uncertain if the quiver was pleasure or pain.
When they arrived, Eddie paid for the cab while she smoothed herself into a little more modesty. The driver seemed amused, as well he might for the free show. From behind Eddie’s shoulder, Nesrin only winked back.
Inside she saw precisely nothing of the apartment, which hadn’t exactly been the original plan, but Nesrin lived in the moment – and when plans changed, so did she. She moved as he wished, remembering the way he’d taken charge at the club to get her out, though if that had been a fascination, this was charged with desire. Nesrin enjoyed chasing as much as being chased, but the sweet-spot was in between; the push-and-pull tug that worked both ways. Eddie wasn’t mindful anymore; he was as caught up as she was. And the way he pinned her was frankly hot.
As the dress began to come off she was half aware of the hidden Key, but it wasn’t anywhere he was going to notice it. Most of her thoughts were caught between revelling in the moment of worship, in the electricity of his mouth travelling down her skin (where she was more than keen for it to go), and simply wanting to get Eddie out of his own clothes. When the dress puddled she tugged at his shirt and pushed him at the hips, urging him back onto his bed. So many damn buttons. Probably a few casualties there, unless he was in the mood to be more careful.
Even in the shadows the revealed bruise on his stomach was dark. Nesrin paused long enough to glance up at him under her lashes. The look was half inquiry, half something lust-drunk. Because he’d earned that protecting her. Her fingers traced gingerly across the muscles of his abdomen. “Does it hurt?” she asked, lips brushing the warm skin after, uncertain if the quiver was pleasure or pain.
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