I kept the book open on my lap. “Can I help you with something?”
“Am I not allowed to sit here?” she asked like a smartass. “I thought the house was open to me.”
Every time she talked back to me, I wanted to slap her then fuck her senseless. Something about her seriously turned me on. Usually, if anyone ever disobeyed me, they were executed. I needed power and control at all times, and on the rare occasion I didn’t get it, I was livid. But with her, it just made my attraction grow. I wanted to do more than just fuck her. I wanted to spank her then fuck her in the ass. I’d already had her once before, and my cock always hardened at the memory. She wasn’t just good in bed. She was an amazing kisser. “Shut your mouth, or I’ll shove my cock in there and do it for you.” It wasn’t an idle threat. Any excuse to fuck her mouth was a good one.
Her eyes narrowed in a glare, but she didn’t say a word.
I turned back to my book, ignoring her on the other couch despite how hard my cock was. While I was a sexual man, I wasn’t obsessed with women. They came and went, pleasing me and then disappearing. It took a lot to grab my full attention. Since I was thirty-two and it had never happened before, I assumed it would never happen.
But London made me reconsider.
“I never see you drink anything but scotch and coffee.”
I didn’t take my eyes off the page. “Because everything else tastes like shit.”
“Even water?” she asked incredulously.
“Absolute piss.”
“Do you like wine?”
I finally shut my book, knowing this conversation wasn’t going to end. “What’s with the questions, Lovely?”
Her face reddened in annoyance at the nickname, but she didn’t bother correcting me. “I haven’t spoken to anyone in three days. I’m bored and lonely.”
“If you’re lonely, I can fix that.” I gave her a meaningful look, telling her exactly what I could do to make her feel less alone. I wanted a replay of the action we already had, the awesome sex that made me explode.
She rolled her eyes at my offer. “I’ll pass.”
“Seemed to enjoy it last time.”
“I was faking it.”
A laugh escaped my chest. “Yeah, sure…”
“I was,” she repeated.
“Your mouth can lie, but your pussy can’t. I made you come, and you know it.”
Redness tinted her cheeks, the embarrassment shining through. She didn’t deny the claim again, knowing it would just make her look worse.
“And I can do it again…” I drank my scotch, feeling the ice cubes press against my lips.
“No, thanks.” She crossed her arms over her chest and purposely looked at the fire, not making eye contact with me.
I picked up on the hesitance in her voice and her lack of conviction.
Minutes ticked by and neither one of us said anything. I refilled my glass of scotch then poured her a glass. I set it on the coffee table in front of her. “You like scotch?”
“I’m not a big drinker. Maybe wine here and there…” She clung to the new conversation desperately, thankful that awkward talk was officially over.
“Give it a try.”
She didn’t object and took a drink. She didn’t make a sour face or struggle to swallow it. The amber liquid went down her throat and straight to her belly. I pictured pouring the scotch on her stomach and licking it off. She set the glass down again, half empty. “Not bad.”
“Not bad?” I asked with a laugh. “That’s the smoothest scotch you’ll ever taste.”
“Are you a fan?”
“Something like that.” I turned back to the fire, watching the flames dance and pop. Life in Fair Isle was a welcomed break from the rest of the world, of the nonsense and the chatter, and I enjoyed my solitude more than the average person. London was obviously different, but she would get used to it. “What would you be doing if you were home right now?” The question came out of nowhere, my interest in this woman misplaced.
“Probably studying,” she said as she looked into the fire. “By the way, people are going to be looking for me. I’ve never missed a day of class, and I have a lot of friends who will search everywhere to find me. It’s only a matter of time before the police or Joseph track me down.”
I almost felt bad for stomping on her dreams. “Good luck to them.” I drank my scotch, letting the fire move down my throat. I rested the cool glass against my temple, letting the temperature cure the slight migraine that thudded behind my eyes.
She must have picked up on my tone because she released a sigh. “They’re never going to find me, are they?”
“Let’s just say, I’d be shocked if they did.” I was untraceable. And if I wasn’t, most governments were too scared of me to retaliate. It was easier to let my minor crimes slide than risk open warfare.
Her voice trailed away. “It’s been four weeks…I thought Joseph would come for me by now. I guess he’s not going to…”
A part of me wanted to tell her the truth, that I threatened to kill her if he made an attempt to rescue her. But the other part of me wanted to withhold that information and make her lose all hope. She would conform quicker, obey me faster. “You’ll make a home here, Lovely. It won’t be as bad as you think it will.”
“Easy for you to say. How would you feel if I abducted you and forced you to live with me?”
I smiled at the fantasy. “I think it’d be pretty fun, actually.”
She sighed in annoyance. “Do you ever think of anything else besides sex?”
“When I’m around you, no.” I set the glass on the table then moved to her couch. I sat beside her, dangerously close. My arm draped over the cushion, resting against the back of her neck. She immediately took a quick breath at my unexpected hostility. My hand moved to her toned thigh and I gave it a gentle squeeze. My lips moved against her ear and I gave her a warm breath, arousal obvious in the way I cornered her against the arm rest on the couch. I wanted to fuck her right then and there, even if Finley walked inside. “It’s all I ever think about.” I kissed the shell of her ear and slowly moved my kisses down her neck, tasting her skin and sucking it into my mouth. My lips ached for more, feeling on fire every time I touched her. My hand moved up her thigh, and I listened to her breaths quicken as I touched her, feeling her mutual arousal.
She tilted her chin back slightly, and her hand dug into my hair. Quiet pants escaped her lips, her desire bubbling to the surface. Her smell washed over me, flowers and summer.
I lowered her to the couch, climbing on top of her as my mouth moved to hers. I sealed my lips against hers, moving them together with purposeful kisses. Before my tongue delved into her mouth, her tongue entered mine. Her hands moved to my shoulders and then my back, our make out session becoming heavier with every passing second.