When You Only Need To Ask (The House of Siin)

by Stephens, Hadleigh

  “You just met me a little over a week ago. Under less than ideal circumstances, I might add.” I suck in a breath when he flicks open the button at my waistband, lowers the zipper which sounds loud in my quiet living room, then hooks his fingers over the waistband of my jeans giving them a little tug.

  “This incessant need you have to point out flaws and all the things that you think will drive me away…” He pauses with his comment while I lift my hips in order to assist and the too baggy jeans slide over my hipbones with little effort gliding down my legs in one fluid movement and his eyes follow the same path the jeans take and everywhere they touch my body ignites. Butterflies swirl and flutter in my belly as he stops what he’s doing and stares like he’s never seen a naked woman before. “…also not working.”

  “I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about?”

  His eyes flick from my head to my toes, then back to my glistening sex and I see his eyes go fuzzy and a little darker when they focus on the tiny patch of auburn curls at the top of my mound and the naked flesh that surrounds my pink, sopping wet opening. I can pretend all I want that I have no desire to take our relationship to the next level, but my body fights me at every turn.

  “And you said you weren’t a bad girl.” His eyes seek mine out surprising me with the dazed look mixed in with the desire. His lips twitch, his golden eyes ablaze as he growls out, “Where are your panties, Angel.” He sets his jaw not even trying to disguise the desire that darkens their depths to the deepest darkest pools of chocolate and if it wasn’t for the flecks of gold that glitter every now and then from the fire, they would be almost black.

  “I was running behind with my bath when Colt knocked.” A playful smile stretches across my mouth. “I thought it was you,” I add on a whisper.

  “Lucky me.” He grunts almost savagely and with a final tug he draws my jeans the rest of the way over my feet throwing them unceremoniously over the back of the sofa. His big hands slip between my legs pushing them wide. Flicking out his tongue, he swipes it over his lips and I can’t help but giggle when he swallows hard.

  I’m fascinated with the movement. My eyes zero in on his Adam’s apple as it bobs up and down in his thickly corded throat. It’s one of those sexy movements that I’ve never paid much attention to before. Never realizing how sexy a man’s throat could be until now. Until his Adam’s apple bobs in anticipation and desire which in turn makes me squirm.

  The brush of his index finger over my curls distracts me from his fascinating male anatomy and a soft sound escapes my throat at his touch. Nostrils flaring, his warm breath shoots bolts of lightning cascading to the tips of my toes.

  “Remember what I said about control?”

  I nod, my tongue flicking out to capture the pool of sweat that’s collecting above my dry lips. I stare at him with desire-glazed eyes and pant in expectation of his next touch on my body.

  His eyes hold a savage gleam and a slow grin adds a wicked kick to his lips. “You’re testing it tonight, Angel.” His voice is low and rough during his husky admission of weakness.

  “I am?” I lift my hand, flexing my fingers, my fingertips barely grazing the side of his neck and his skin’s a furnace, branding the tips of my fingers with his heat. His throat works as my fingers float over his skin, resting them on his throat marveling at the velvety soft skin contrasting with the hard tendons and muscles that contract in his neck. My lips curve at the movement.

  “Little angel,” he growls, his square jaw fixed, something almost dangerous flickering in his eyes. Something hot and untamed in its intensity. “You’re so fuckin’ dangerous.”

  My eyes lower to the tented front of his jeans, the bulge of his thick cock straining against the denim, and the fine sheen that glistens on my body turns to full-on perspiration at the image of what he’s keeping hidden behind that denim.

  If I’m truly being honest with myself, I’d acknowledge that I’m burning out of control. Hot like a raging inferno. Like molten lava flowing freely from an erupting volcano. I just don’t know how to say that out loud without sounding silly.

  But I feel it.

  I feel it and it feels fabulous.

  I feel light and heavy all at the same time. Soft and hard. Goose bumps break out over my skin even though I’m burning up. A delicious contradiction.

  “How am I dangerous, Cowboy?” My voice more sensuous than I expect, not even waiting for him to reply I add, “I knew it.” I slump back against the arm of the sofa grunting when it digs into my shoulder blades. And it’s not a sexy grunt. I wriggle to get into a better position. My eyes fly to the nearest door. “There’s something wrong with you, isn’t there?” I ask with a regretful shake of my head.

  “Quit trying to fuck this up, Angel.”

  My startled gaze meets his.

  He slants his head with a frown. “Where the fuck did you get these self-confidence issues?” he demands angrily. “You’re fuckin’ gorgeous. I can’t be the first man to tell you that. Then you go and open your mouth and argue with me over everything I say about you.” He lifts his eyebrows. “Are you trying to sabotage any chances we have at building something nice?”

  Chapter Fourteen

  No woman can afford to treat men rudely

  Am I?

  I have no immediate response to that. I know why I’m trying to talk him out of having anything to do with me. It’s because I don’t want to get hurt. In my mind I want staid, boring, and normal. Or at least I’m gonna pretend that I do. Unfortunately my stomach disagrees. It sinks at that idea. So I mumble out, “No. I’m sorry.”

  “You make me forget to work.” There’s no embarrassment or anger lacing his words, he just states facts.

  I search his face. “How do I do that?” I shiver, nearly forgetting what I just asked him when his finger starts slow circular motions around my engorged clit but not quite touching and liquid heat resumes its stifling flow. “Cowboy!”

  “You want to come, Angel?” He lets a slow, easy smile cross his face and this time he touches me right there. A thunderbolt of arousal crashes between my legs and zings straight to that bit of flesh that he continues teasing with glancing blows. I nod with a deep V between my brows, pulling my lip between my teeth at the intensity of sensations flooding my body and nod again. He watches me carefully, his smile widening. “I find myself driving past The House three sometimes four times a day.” He pushes my legs wider, crawling closer to my body.

  “Why didn’t you stop in?” My voice breathless in anticipation of his answer, my eyes intent as I watch him through lowered lashes.

  His index finger drags along the crease of my thigh and pussy and I squeak as I experience another deep rush of pleasure.

  “First of all, you’ve not been there this past week.” His features appear strained. His chest lifts and lowers on a deep exhale. “So unless someone called 911 for an emergency, there was no reason for me to drop in.” He regards me with a wry smile.

  “Of course.” I agree easily, currently being in no position to disagree. “There is that.” I pant as his fingers nudge apart my puffy folds.

  A huge grin spreads across his face. “Secondly, if you had been there, I’d have had to do something about it and I don’t think that would have been a very good idea when we’re both supposed to be working.” He leans forward, his eyes alight with mischief.

  I sigh. “There’s that, too.” I squeeze my eyes shut when he doesn’t move his fingers. “Please.” I shift restlessly, seeking out his touch.

  He releases his own breath on a chuckle and another bone deep shiver runs through my body setting off another round of goose bumps over my heated flesh and another layer of sweat coats my skin.

  None of it makes sense to me.

  I’ve never felt anything like it before in my life.

  “Well, The House is a good place to do stuff like that. Has lots of extra rooms with an inordinate amount of toys,” I remind with a grin.

  He bursts out laughing. “I�
��ll keep that in mind next time I’m driving around and next time your ass is at work.” His other hand strokes up from my left knee to the juncture between my thighs and stops without touching. His eyes find mine. “So my somewhat reserved little angel is up for some naughty fun at work.”

  I huff loudly when he halts his exceptionally stimulating exploration, my head rocking back and forth in slow arcs. “No I’m not,” I say fiercely, lifting my hips in search of his fingers. “Not even close. You need glasses or an aptitude test, or something.” I struggle up to my elbows, quirking a brow. Unfortunately with that move I also dislodge his talented fingers. “Did someone whack you too hard in the head, Cowboy?”

  A slow wicked grin widens his already very kissable mouth enhancing everything fabulous. “There goes that smart mouth of yours again.” Although his eyes don’t move from mine, his thumb does, barely brushing over my slick labia and I wriggle attempting to move closer but he pulls back.

  “You’re doing that on purpose!”

  “One thing you need to get into your head is that I know what you’re feeling and I know who you are. And you’re naughty which is a major, major turn-on.” His eyes are nearly black as he gazes at me. “Don’t fear. That’s a good thing.” He lifts his hand and sucks his glistening thumb into his mouth. His tongue curls around the tip licking up every last drop of my wetness. His eyes crinkle up at the surprise that flickers in my eyes at his overtly sexual gesture.

  I’m forced to blink my eyes from their stupor before I can speak. “I thought that was a bad thing?” I shudder out a sigh of exasperation and desire, closing my eyes. I don’t want to look at him. “Don’t you want me to mind all the time?”

  “Oh no, Angel.” His eyes blaze and his lips hold a wicked kick.

  He places his thumb over my bottom lip swiping his saliva across its softness. My taste still a lingering memory on the rough pad. My lips part, my breath comes in quick bursts. I flick my tongue out to taste his essence and groan aloud at the spicy, sweetness that greets my tongue spiking the unadulterated lust that already roars violently through my veins.

  “When you’re bad I get to be bad.” His eyes hold mine for a long moment as if he’s making sure I digest his words and don’t ignore their meaning. “If you’re bad I get to lay my hand across your sweet little ass and watch as it turns a delicious pink under my punishment.”

  My back arches restlessly off the sofa at the thought of his hand exacting punishment on my flesh.

  His eyes glint with raw desire at my actions. “I get to feel you squirm as my hand administers the sweetest pain and watch as you grow taut with desire and wet with need.”

  “Really?” I whisper hoarsely.

  “Try me.” His eyes glow golden, devilish.

  I swallow hard. So hard that I’m sure he can hear the saliva traveling down my throat.

  He lifts up to his knees. “I can tell you want to try me, Angel.” His fingers grip my jaw briefly before sliding back into my hair and tugging my head back.

  “No I don’t.” I drag in one breath after the other struggling to speak. “I’m boring as heck.”

  “Are you?” He lifts his other hand setting it at the crook of my neck and shoulder with his thumb rubbing heady circles over my jaw and my nipples draw painfully tight.

  I nod.

  “Still need to work on your perception of yourself.” He smiles just slightly.

  My heart skitters and nearly stops as I think about what he said. Contemplate whether I’m truly sure or not?

  “Spread your legs wider, Angel.”

  I clamp my mouth shut so I won’t say anything I’m sure I’ll regret at a later date and my thighs at the same time. Unfortunately, his big body’s in the way and this does me little good.

  “Spread your legs.”

  Biting my lip, I hesitate for the briefest of moments.

  “You don’t want me to ask again.” His eyes glitter darkly, then his teeth flash, predatory. “Or do you?” His hot hand caresses the firm globe of my bottom and my legs fall open.

  “Oh,” I cry as he leans down and does nothing more than inhale my scent. His breath ruffles the trimmed curls that top my mound and my back arches as his nose runs up and down my moist folds.

  I squeeze my eyes shut. I can’t believe I’m allowing Cooper do this to me. I can’t believe it, but I don’t want him to stop either. Not now. Not ever.

  “Do you want me to stop?” he asks as if he could hear my thoughts, his voice soft and seductive. I smile as he says out loud exactly what I’m thinking.

  “God, no.” I swallow convulsively, staring down at him. His large hands grip my hips with his strong fingers. He bends back down running his nose up and down my slit again, inhaling the tang of my arousal and I have no way of hiding it since it infuses the air. This is every one of my fantasies come to life. Then I stiffen briefly before asking, “Do you?” Can I sound any more insecure? Any more desperate?

  His eyes are heavy as they flicker up just before he dips down and places a kiss above my pubic bone. “Couldn’t stop even if I tried,” he answers dryly. His mouth spreads in a huge grin as he burrows his fingers through the damp triangle of dark curls. “I will taste you later. Mark my words.”

  He drags his fingers over the puffy flesh of my labia sliding expertly between the swollen folds, circling my opening with his fingertip. Sliding through the wetness that’s seeping from my body, he deftly pushes back the hood that shields the sensitive nub. He circles my clitoris with the rough pad of his thumb and my body jerks up off the arm of the sofa.

  My hips have a mind of their own, lifting high as moisture pours from inside me in a surge covering Cooper’s fingers. The sound of my immense wetness is almost embarrassingly loud to my ears, however all the sound manages to do is remind me of how much I desire him. How much he’s infiltrated my being in such a short amount of time.

  The back of my head hits the armrest as a cry of desperation squeaks out. I am desperate. My fingers claw at his shoulders, my nails snagging the cotton fabric that covers his hot flesh, and I tug wanting it gone. I need to feel the heat of his skin without any barriers whatsoever.

  His fingers dip into my cream-filled crease, spreading the rich moisture, sliding and pressing against my swollen clit in rhythmic passes that make me sag, unable to hold myself rigid any longer.

  “You’re fucking soaked, Angel,” he murmurs, between heavy breaths. “I want you so much.” His fingers slide inside my slick passage and my pussy clenches, gripping his fingers with my inner muscles as they ripple. I buck frantically loving every stroke of his intense exploration.

  “You’ve got one hot little pussy, Angel.” He groans loudly. Satisfaction is obvious in his voice which in turn makes me loosen up a little more, softening my body under his attention.

  His grin salacious and wicked as he grabs my legs, tugging until my bottom’s at the edge of the sofa. His fingers stroke slowly over my swollen cleft, sinking into my moist folds until he penetrates my slippery channel with two long fingers in one swift stabbing motion. My pussy clenches hard around his fingers as he finger-fucks me. Plunging into my tight sheath, his thumb plays with my clit in lazy circles driving me insane with his indolent attitude.

  “Cooper,” I practically wail. Knowing damn well that he’s enjoying every second of the torturous touches he’s compelling me to endure. “Cowboy.” The last is a mere whisper.

  “You feel so fuckin’ good.” He grits out, and by the tone, I know he’s holding on by a mere thread. “Dripping fuckin’ wet.” He lodges another finger deep inside me, curling them around, twisting to press at just the right spot. Pressing that marvelous little packet of nerves that emboldens my body to latch onto his fingers, like a lifeline, and not let go. I can’t hold my eyes open, they fall closed with the overwhelming ecstasy. My hips rise meeting his fingers, stroke for stroke.

  His other hand makes its own path down my body. I open my eyes to see his gaze heavy in concentration. His lips trail over
my cheek, down my neck, his whiskers rasping against my throat following the same path as his hand.

  My head tilts back giving him better access as I struggle for air. My nipples strain, reaching for his touch. Tight, hard points of flesh seeking him out and he finally complies with their obvious demands. When his palm lands directly over their hardness and rubs, I want to cry out in victory. The calluses of his palm chafe deliciously, dark. Almost painful sharp stabs of pleasure dart from my nipples in straight shots to my middle contracting the muscles in my belly in pulsing flutters. Definitely delicious and I make sure he knows it with a sharp cry.

  “That’s it, Angel.” His warm breath soothes the chafed nubs. “Take it all. Take everything I want to do to you.”

  With his mouth, he soothes the red, angry peak with a chuckle and wet swipes of his tongue. Taking possession of my other nipple with his warm palm, he rubs and scrapes over the other distended peak with the same thoroughness as the first until it darkens into a deep, deep shade of berry and I scream in pleasure.

  My breath hitches as my nipples become even more engorged and even more sensitive. He plucks at the puckered bud, the sensation producing a moan. And just when his attention is on the verge of being torturous, almost too painful again, he switches. His mouth seizes the other nipple sucking it in deep, making my pussy dance.

  He bites down at the same time he slides his fingers from my body to stroke over my clit. A quiver of breath passes through my lips as wave after wave of sensations spread through me like a wildfire engulfing my entire body in such a suffocating heat that it steals my breath completely. I gasp and cry with each stroke, feeling as if I’m fixin’ to fly off the sofa as his fingers move faster and faster.

  I no longer control my body. It’s his to command. His to will. His to enjoy. My brain no longer controls my body’s movements. I squirm and thrust my hips into his hands trying to spur him on. I try to send my body over the edge into the dark hole of pleasure that’s just beyond its reach. But he knows exactly what I’m trying to do. He knows that I’m trying to gain my own pleasure at my own time. That’s when I feel my leg being lifted and he lands a sharp slap against the softness of my bottom with the flat of his palm. I freeze at the sound of his flesh hitting mine in the quiet of my living room.