I stop fleeing, and Pax wraps me in his arms. "No."
"I want you."
"Not yet," I say, turning my head when he tries to kiss me.
Pax brushes my hair from my throat and whispers hot against my skin, "And why the fuck not?"
"I haven't been with anyone for a long time, and I want my first time to be sexy."
"Oh, it will be," he says, running his tongue up my neck and sending my pussy into overdrive.
"You'll be sexy, but I don't feel sexy with this ugly eye."
"You're beautiful. So sexy I'm about to tear through my jeans."
"Please, Pax. I've never been with anyone good before. I want to wait a few days until I feel sexier."
Pax rests his head at the curve of my shoulder and sighs painfully. "I hate how I care what you want. Cheap fucks come with no strings, and I get what I want. With you, I have to have feelings and shit. I really don't like that."
"I'm sorry, but you need to think of it from my side. I've only slept with Howie, and he wasn't good."
"How could he be any good when he has all that hair?"
Grinning, I run my hands up Pax's hard chest to his soft hair. He lifts his gaze to look me in the eyes.
"I'm going to kiss you. We'll wait for the fun stuff, but I can't go downstairs alone without having a kiss."
"Just a kiss?"
"Just one kiss that'll make your panties damp."
Without thinking, I lift my lips. My body is desperate for relief from the pulsing hot flesh between my legs. His cock could give me everything I need, but I'm not ready. It's not the pleasure I fear, but what comes afterwards. I fear when he wants another woman.
I need to give everything to Lula, so I'll swallow my pride to remain in this house. Pax can fuck the entire city, and I'll pretend I don't care. Despite my happy face, my heart will be broken, and I'm not ready for the pain yet.
Tonight, Pax only enjoys a kiss. His hand holds the back of my head, preventing me from changing my mind. His lips on mine are hot and hungry. His tongue wants everything. He sucks at my bottom lip before nipping at the top one.
My nails dig into the flesh on his arms, wanting more, keeping him close like his hand in my hair does for me. I moan when his lips relent and he returns to suck at my tongue. My aching pussy is on fire, and I want him inside me so badly that I can barely stand. I arch my back, pressing my tits against his chest, enjoying the way the hard nipples feel against his harder body.
Finally, we pry ourselves apart and struggle with the heat our bodies radiate.
"You weren't kidding about my panties," I mumble, running a hand between my legs to settle the screaming flesh.
"Don't do that in front of me, or I'll fuck you right here on the floor."
His tone is angry, yet I know he's fighting to control his lust. We could fuck so easily. Lula is asleep. The house is quiet. Our bodies don't even need a single minute of foreplay to be ready. I could drop my pajama bottoms, pull his cock free from his jeans, and ride him until we're both exhausted.
Instead, I step back and sigh. "I'm a fast healer."
Pax studies me before smiling. "Your face looks so red. I can't wait to see what you look like when you come. Do you moan or whimper when you come, Bebe?"
"I don't know. I've never come with a guy. By myself, I just sigh."
Tugging at his hair with both hands, Pax closes his eyes. "Why did I ask? Now I'm going to come in my pants."
"I'm taking a shower up here while you take a shower downstairs. We'll stay the hell away from each other until my eye is healed. Once I look better, we won't stay the hell away from each other. Then we'll test out what sounds I make, okay?"
Peering at me from half open eyes, Pax grins. "Night, Bebe."
"Night, Pax."
"If I join you in bed later, it's just because I got danger on the brain, not fucking, okay?"
I nod then back away from him and hurry to the bathroom. I don't even let the water warm before jumping under the stream. The cold hurts, but distracts from the need clawing at me. The hunger between my legs cools as my body chills. By the time I turn off the water, my teeth chatter and I feel frozen.
Under the covers, I relax. I'm neither cold or hot anymore. Looking at Lula keeps my thoughts from veering back to Pax and his lips on mine. I doze off imagining Christmas shopping rather than Pax's bed.
An hour later, he joins us in bed. I wake just enough to feel him pulling the covers over himself. I think I hear Folgers in the room too. We're all together again, and I let myself pretend this is how we'll always be.
14
Pax
Who Did What Now?