cast shadows on his cheeks. Each feathery kiss folowed
the next, a micron's distance apart. He would never reach
my pussy at that pace.
The only sounds had been our breathing and the squeak of
the chair as his movements rocked me gently in it. Now I
the chair as his movements rocked me gently in it. Now I
heard the low but unmistakable sound of Eric's groan. I felt
it, too, in a puff of hotter air and the wetness of his kiss
higher stil but not high enough.
I looked down at his hunched shoulders and the big hands
pushing up my skirt. At his dark hair, the fringes tickling
my thighs. At the sweep of his lashes and slope of his
forehead, al I could glimpse of his face.
What the fuck was I doing?
One hand found its way to his hair and I lost my fingers in
it, relishing the springy coarseness for only a moment
before I tightened my grasp and puled his head up. His
eyes opened, blurred with lust. His lips, moist, parted as
he focused on my face.
I could not do this. Not like this. Not because I didn't love
him, or because he wasn't my boyfriend, not even because
we hadn't even had an official date. I'd done more with
men I'd never even seen again. And not because I didn't
want his face between my thighs, making me come on his
tongue, because I wanted it so much desire left me light-
headed.
'No,' I said in a grinding voice, because this wasn't fair.
Not to him, and not to me.
Eric pushed away from me at once and I released my grip
on his hair. He didn't get to his feet but rocked back on his
heels, his expression stricken. 'I'm sorry. Paige. I don't
know what made me think that was okay. I'm sorry.'
With shaking hands, I pushed my skirt to cover my knees.
I swalowed against the lump in my throat and tried to
breathe slow and easy so I wouldn't embarrass myself by
fainting or something stupid. I couldn't meet his eyes.
'Paige, I'm so sorry.' Eric's voice broke on my name and
he cleared his throat but didn't say anything else.
Would he have gone to his knees for me had he not been
doing as I'd ordered?
The chair screeched on the tiles as I pushed to my feet.
None of my muscles wanted to cooperate. They wanted
me back in that chair, my legs spread wide with Eric's face
between them. I shook my head at myself, but Eric
misunderstood.
'Please…I'm realy not a jerk.' He stood but didn't reach
for me. 'I shouldn't have done it. But I was…' I found my
voice. 'You were what?'
'I was taken by you.' His curiously old-fashioned phrasing sounded just right. 'I like you, and I thought…I was
