The Line Between(76)

We were sitting on mine and Jade’s slightly worn sofa, him with his long, lithe legs stretched out on front of him, and me with my injured foot propped up on the coffee table in front of us. I was acutely aware of how close Dane’s body was to mine. Even in light grey sweats, and a plain white t-shirt, he looked hot, and beddable. He was watching something or other on one of his sports channels, while I was trying to concentrate on the book I was reading on my Kindle. Trying being the operative word. It was difficult when I could feel the heat coming from his still damp and freshly showered body, and smell the scent of his body wash. It was messing with my body, and the fact that I was fidgety hadn’t escaped him.

“Is your foot okay?” He asked, turning his gaze to me. “You’re restless.”

I bit my thumbnail, and kept my eyes trained on my Kindle. “I’m fine,” I replied. I managed to drag my attention away from Dane’s physical closeness, and became engrossed in what I was reading. I was a bookworm by nature, but after discovering some new indie authors online, my appetite for books had grown. It turned out I had quite the weakness for books that closely resembled the much-loved ‘Fifty Shade of Grey’ series by E.L James.

I was reading a scene that had me a little flustered, and I couldn’t help but squirm. Of course Dane noticed.

“What you reading over there, Kitten?” He leaned over, and I held my Kindle to my chest in case he caught of glimpse of the naughty literature.

“Nothing,” I said, aware that I sounded slightly breathless. Damn you Kyler Knight.

Dane quirked a brow, his blue eyes bright with mischief. “Then why are your cheeks flushed?”

“They are not,” I replied indignantly, if not with a little embarrassment.

His eyes darted between my face, and my Kindle, and before I could move away, he snatched my kindle out of my hands, and took a look at the screen.

“Give that back!” I leaned over, pressing my front to his side, and tried to pry it from his hands. He only stretched further away from me, and when he started reading the words out loud, I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole.

“‘I have no words left when Cassey moves quickly and kneels between my legs. She pulls my cock into her mouth and sucks hard, hollowing out her cheeks.’ ”

Oh crisis. Hearing him read that line with his smooth voice, and deep timbre made me squirm more than the words themselves did. I could imagine him reading to me, and then me acting the words out.

“Dane, give that back, right now,” I demanded.

He let out a husky chuckle, and tortured me with one more line.

“‘I caress Cassey’s tits from behind as I push into her. She cranes her neck and plants a searing, hungry kiss on my mouth before pulling away to catch her breath. “Oh God, Kyler,” she moans loudly. “Harder, baby, please.” ’

I mentally ran through the scene from which he read, and recalled the night Dane had me in that exact position. In his lap, his strong arm around my waist, thrusting into me from behind. My body shivers in remembrance, but luckily Dane is too busy looking at my Kindle to notice.

“I didn’t think you would read this kind of stuff,” he said, giving me a sideways smirk.

“I happen to like all kinds of genres.” I sounded petulant, but having him judge me for my choice in books was a little annoying. I made a grab for my Kindle again, but only ended up falling on top of Dane. He caught me around the waist, and when our eyes collided, I felt the shift in the atmosphere. It wasn’t playful anymore.

“Tell me,” his hot, minty breath fanned across my face. “Does it turn you on when you read stuff like this?”

I hesitated, and then decided the best defense was offense, so I kept quiet, and pinched my lips together. My body was already starting to respond to his, I felt my nipples tightening under my t-shirt and cursed myself for not wearing a bra after I’d showered.

Dane’s eyes darkened, and his expression morphed from teasing to serious. “I’m thinking it does.” His voice was low, and he swallowed when my deep inhalation made my hardened nipples brushed against his bicep. Our position was awkward, but all Dane had to do was move his arm around me, and twist to the side and I’d be straddling him. He licked his lips, and I mirrored the movement by licking mine. My mouth was suddenly dry, my breathing suddenly uneven.

“It does turn me on,” I relented. “But not as much as hearing you read it to me, and not as much as thinking about you doing those things to me.”

The charge between us intensified, I heard it crackling the way you would an oncoming storm. I stared at him unabashedly, as he did me, and I realized we had nothing to worry about in this moment. We could get totally carried away, and not worry about who might catch us. He must’ve realized the same thing because ever so slowly, he put my kindle on the floor, and shifted exactly the way I’d hoped he would.