~ Joan~
Aaron stared at me skeptically, like I gave an answer he wasn’t expecting. Maybe I did actually give an answer he wasn’t expecting. Just like his question had taken me by surprise.
“Yes?” he asked, his dark eyes lighting up a little, the hint of a challenge flickering there. I forced my gaze to my fingers, pretending they were the most fascinating thing in the room, anything to stop myself from ogling his thighs or the erection still making a very obvious tent in his pants.
And I could count on my fingers quite a number of things I wanted to do to that, but I guess this wasn’t the right time. It wasn’t.
His cock bounced lightly under my perusal and I raised a brow. Jesus, the man was insatiable. And that comment I made about his dick not being memorable? Screw that-his was the best I’d ever had. Literally speaking. I haven’t been with a lot of men, but I know a good dick when I saw one and feel one.
“Like you said, we haven’t gotten each other out of our systems yet, so it’d be beneficial for both of us,” I said dryly, letting my words hang in the air a moment before adding, “And yeah, no strings attached.” I glanced at him briefly, enough to catch the slight twitch of his brow.
That wasn’t the only reason I’d said yes. The man was my muse. If we were going to keep doing this, I might as well make the most out of it, inspiration and all. I had a deadline to catch up and if having sex with Aaron was going to open the damn gates of creativity, then so be it.
But it wasn’t any of his business to know that. Because if he did…
He went quiet, his gaze sharp and contemplative. It was like he was turning my words over in his mind, searching for the cracks in them. I stood up, sensing my time here was up.
It really was. I hadn’t even gotten a chance to take a proper look of his room but all I could see was black and grey everywhere. And I knew -I knew what Aaron Thompson’s best color was.
A color as dark as his heart.
His eyes stayed on me, following my movements like a predator, intense and calculating. It was humiliating, really, because-well-I still didn’t have any clothes on my lower body. I felt the heat creeping up my neck.
Really?
I snatched my shorts and panties from where he’d tossed them earlier, thankful he hadn’t torn the panties this time around. Small victories.
I glanced at him over my shoulder as I slipped them on, taking my time to pull the fabric over my hips, just to see if he’d react. But, he was like a stature, his whole body was still and the only flicker of life in him was radiating from his eyes that darkened every second.
For a second, I thought he’d reach out for me again, toss me on the bed and fuck me- hard.
“And Thompson?” I called, my tone light, almost casual trying to keep my thoughts off the path it was treading. His eyes lifted to meet mine.
“Where’s your girlfriend?” I asked, tossing the words out like bait. She was, after all, the reason we were in this mess to begin with. And I hadn’t seen her all day. What? She got tired of him already?
A muscle twitched in his jaw as he reached for his pants, pulling them on with deliberate slowness.
Something about his action made disappointment curl in my stomach. I thought maybe he’d make the first move again, drag this out a little longer.
But no-he was going to deal with his semi-erection himself. And honestly, he deserved that.
“Surprising that you think about her now,” he said, his voice cool, almost taunting.
I raised a brow, turning fully to face him. “Should I ask what that’s supposed to mean?”
He cocked his head to the side, the movement as effortless as the rest of him, but still enough to irritate me. He didn’t answer, of course. I wasn’t totally expecting a response.
But still, I clenched my teeth, frustration flaring. The man was infuriating. At least he knew what he was doing in bed. If he didn’t, he’d be a complete waste of a male specimen.
I moved towards the door after I finished fixing up myself, my movements slow and deliberate. No way was I going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’d gotten under my skin.
Still, I was eager to leave, even though I knew Rhoda wouldn’t be returning anytime soon. If things worked out for her, she might have a boyfriend before we even got back to New York-and that wasn’t for another two weeks.
I had just reached the door when Aaron’s voice stopped me cold.
“Meet me in the library by twelve.”
I paused for a second, glancing at him from over my shoulder. The library, of all places? My thighs pressed together instinctively.
“Why, if I may ask?” I muttered, playing dumb. His gaze hardened, dark and unrelenting.
“I’m not done with you, kitten,” he said, his tone low and smug, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smile that sent a spark of heat down my spine. “If possible, bring a gag. We wouldn’t want you bringing the house down with your screams.”
Proud bastard. He knew what he was doing and he did it well.
Without answering, I turned back to the door and walked out, shutting it behind me with a soft click.
The house was eerily quiet, the kind of quiet that almost made you feel alone in the world.
A part of me wanted to regret what had just happened, to let guilt creep in and take hold. But the other part?
Well, the other part was already anticipating tonight. I just couldn’t wait.