Flesh 02 Skin(24)
Nick sat patiently, panting, waiting for her to do something. Shit, she didn’t even seemed to be breathing and he was about ready to hyperventilate.
Suddenly her face twisted into something like grief, eyes hurt and confused. A strangled, angry noise escaped her and she shoved him hard with both hands. An action so fast and violent it sent him reeling back onto his ass. He should have been ready for it.
“Roslyn. Don’t.”
She sprang to her feet and was off, getting the hell away from him as fast as she could. Arms and legs pumping, she sprinted down the driveway. Gravel crunched beneath her socked feet.
Nick pushed to his feet and took off after her, a bare body-length or two behind. It didn’t take much for him to catch her. For all her effort, she wasn’t fast. He grabbed her up in a big bear hug from behind. The woman yowled like a wet cat. Her feet left the ground and her heels drummed against his shins. She wrestled and growled and he just held on tight as he could without hurting her.
“Stop it,” he ordered.
Her kicking increased.
“Alright. Alright, I shouldn’t have done that.” Because a half-assed kiss wasn’t worth all this drama, not when it hadn’t even gotten him anywhere. But he had to push her, didn’t he? Fair enough if she pushed back.
He couldn’t resist the opportunity to grab for more. His idiot dick stirred in his pants, seconding the notion, loving the feel of her curvy ass writhing against him. She made him greedy and stupid, stupider even than normal. “Roslyn, ease up.”
Her elbows jerked, trying to reach him and failing.
“Easy,” he said. “I’m going to put you down.”
She slowly slid down him until her feet returned to solid ground. Bits of grass and debris clung to her socked feet.
“There,” he said. “Now calm down.”
“Let me go,” she huffed.
“Are you going to run?”
No answer.
“Are you?”
“No,” she said in a low voice. Fury radiated off her. If sparks had flown from her fluffy red hair he wouldn’t have been surprised.
“Okay.” He loosened his grip, set her free.
Without another word she turned and strode back to the cabin. Her movements were tight, tense.
Shit. How much damage had his idiotic kiss done? “Roslyn, wait.”
He followed her and she sped up, jogging up the ramp and crossing the plank in a few hasty steps. Head down and ass twitching angrily beneath the sweatpants. Into the cool, shadowy interior of the cabin she stomped, with him on her tail.
“Ros, let’s talk.”
She turned an abrupt corner and ducked into the bathroom. The door slammed shut and he heard a thud, as though she’d set her shoulder to it.
Nick took a deep breath, hands on his hips. Huh, that hadn’t gone well. He hadn’t given any real thought to the consequences of kissing her. There’d been no grand plan. But if he had, this result would have been pretty fucking obvious.
“Hey.” He leant his shoulder against the wall beside the bathroom door, scratched a finger experimentally against the pine. “Ros?”
He didn’t expect a reply.
She didn’t disappoint.
“I’m not mad you tried to run.” Even though she’d broken her word by doing so. There, he’d given. Now it was her turn.
Silence.
“Everything’s okay,” he lied.
More silence. He searched his mind for something to say. The memory of her lips still messed with his brain.
“Um, I was joking about the belt. I wouldn’t really spank you.”
Something thumped against the door on the other side. It sounded angry, a mad ramming of a shoulder or something. At least she was still alive and, hopefully, unhurt.
So it probably hadn’t been the right thing for him to say.
In all honesty he’d been dead serious about the belt. Deep down he happened to be rather keen on the idea of striping her ass pink. He’d indulged in a bit of kinky fuckery in his time, but Roslyn made his imagination boil over. Her creamy skin marked by his hand as she lay bent over the arm of the couch.
All of her displayed, just for him.
And her pussy … he’d love to gorge himself on her. Far too easily he could imagine the taste of her on his tongue.
His dick throbbed in his pants, completely out of control. Rather fucking painfully trapped behind his zipper, too. Bad timing, but not so surprising. He was a beast, an animal reeking of sweat and ready to pounce, rock hard and hurting. His hard-on gave Godzilla a run for its money. If he swung it about, Tokyo would be leveled.
Thank fuck she couldn’t see.
No wonder he repulsed her. Though, when he thought about it, she didn’t exactly act like he did most of the time.