Page 81 of Devoured By You
I deepened the kiss, sliding my tongue between her lips. Fuck, I need this. The closeness, the feel and taste of her, the way she took sips of air whenever I broke off to nip along her jawline. I didn’t remember lying down, nor pulling her on top of me, nor her unbuttoning my shirt. But when her hands slid over my chest and abdomen, her fingertips exploring the ridges of muscle, I got my first proper erection since that bastard had shot me.
Straddling my thighs, she rocked her hips, rubbing in exactly the right place to get us both off. That day in the pool at my Barbados home seemed like a million years ago, yet my body acted on instinct, my hips lifting to massage her right where she needed me to. Her groan as I made contact told me I’d hit the spot.
Literally.
I unfastened my pants and pushed up her skirt, but as she freed my cock, a knock came at the door.
“Fuck off,” I shouted, causing Jill to giggle.
“Charming,” Renata said through the solid oak, sarcasm lacing her tone. “Mara is asking if it’s okay for her to leave early today or if you need her.”
I rolled my eyes, sliding a finger inside Jill’s panties. “Fuck,” I breathed. “So wet.”
“What was that?” Renata asked.
“Is there a reason Mara can’t ask me herself?”
“Yes.”
“Which is?” I pushed another finger inside her.
“Because she said if you snap at her one more time today, she won’t be held responsible for her actions.”
Jill giggled. I rolled my eyes. “It’s fine, Renata. And unless the president stops by, no interruptions.”
I removed my fingers, rolling Jill underneath me as Renata muttered something, her footsteps fading as she walked away.
“So the president is more important than me, huh?”
Winking, I captured her bottom lip between my teeth. “I mean, he can wait, right?”
Chapter 29
Blaize
What’s one more emasculation
in the scheme of things?
I managed two days at the office before exhaustion took over, and I had to face facts that resuming my previous punishing schedule wasn’t in the cards for a little while longer yet.
And it pissed me the fuck off.
I hated how weak I’d become, how dependent on others for things that I’d usually have relied on them for anyway, such as Carly running down to my favorite deli and picking me up a sandwich for lunch. But when the choice to get my own damn sandwich was taken away, it made me bitter and angry.
My temporary prosthetic wasn’t the solution I’d hoped for. It rubbed like a motherfucker if I wore it for too long, and learning to balance, even with crutches, wasn’t nearly as easy as I’d expected. Meanwhile, the promises I’d made to Jill to stop beating myself up over what had happened on Serenity were broken on a daily basis, and my moods still swung like an out-of-whack pendulum.
I was in the middle of deciding which afternoon meetings to shelve when Jill tapped on my study and entered. She looked sexy as hell in an off-the-shoulder red-and-white-spotted dress that gave a hint of cleavage, her skin tanned from sitting outside writing for a few hours each day, yet her beauty wasn’t my prevalent thought. That, uncharitably, was the ease with which she moved, whereas I had to plan a trip to take a piss with laser-like precision.
“I’m going to pop down to the grocery store and pick up a few things, and then meet Kelsey for lunch. Can I get you anything?”
I glowered. Something else I couldn’t do. I couldn’t fucking “pop” anywhere. No quick errands for me. Everything took a fucking age. “Renata can go to the store.”
“I know, but I want to do it. I thought I might throw a couple of steaks on the barbecue tonight. Eat under the stars. What do you say?” She smiled. Her efforts to keep my moods high were admirable, but for some reason today, the attempt fell flat.
“Fine.” It wasn’t fine. Today was the kind of day where nothing would be fine, no matter what Jill or anyone else did to bolster my spirits. Some days were like that. I’d woken up in a shitty mood, and as each minute passed, it was getting shittier.
“I know the barbecue is the man’s domain, but I make a mean chargrilled filet.”