of flesh pebbled between my fingers, and I roled the pad
of my thumb over his shirt, so soft with the nipple so tight
and hard beneath.
'Did you fuck her?' I repeated softly.
'I didn't fuck her, Paige. I swear it.'
He groaned when I pinched his nipple again. When I slid
my hand under his shirt to find his bare skin Austin didn't
stop me. I hadn't expected him to.
My breath hitched at the feeling of his skin under my palm.
I curved my fingers to let my nails bite into him for a
second, then dropped it to his belt buckle. I tugged it hard
enough to move his hips, then let him go.
I stepped back. 'He's not my boyfriend. But that doesn't
mean you can just keep coming over here and expecting
me to let you in my bed.'
He puled his shirt off over his head and dropped it to the
floor. I'd traced those ribs with my teeth and lips and
floor. I'd traced those ribs with my teeth and lips and
tongue. I knew the holow of that bely and the taste of his
skin. I knew the heat of him.
He put his hand to his belt and undid the buckle. Then the
button. When he notched the zipper down one tooth at a
time, I bit my lower lip. When he shoved the denim over
his hips and down the thighs I'd spent hours nibbling, my
headache disappeared.
He stepped out of his jeans and pushed his socks off, too,
along with his briefs, and stood naked in front of me.
Austin was proud of his body and had a right to be. He
wasn't fuly hard, and I remembered the times I'd taken
him in my mouth to get him erect.
'Fucking won't change things,' I warned him. Austin
shrugged and moved toward me, but I held up a hand to
stop him. 'No.'
He frowned and made as though to speak, but again I
stopped him. My voice surprised me, husky and low and
utterly, without-a-doubt, in charge.
'Go to my bedroom, Austin.'
He took a hesitant step, then another, while I stayed stil.
He watched me bend to lift his jeans, the long denim legs
dangling while I yanked the belt from the loops. Austin's
eyes grew wide when I wrapped the leather around one
palm.
'Paige, what the hel?'
'Go to my bedroom,' I repeated and puled the leather
tight between my two fists. 'Get on my bed, on your
knees, facing the headboard. Put your hand on it and wait
for me.'
I'd known this man for half my life. I'd seen him take hits
on the footbal field and stand up for me in a bar brawl. I'd
seen him cuss out men on the construction site who
