“Most likely,” he agreed, not because he really thought that he was insane, but because arguing with her right now wasn’t possible, not with her straddling his lap.
He’d be the first one to admit that this hadn’t been one of his best ideas, but he hadn’t been left with much of a choice, not with the damn woman trying to leave every other second. When he’d picked her up to stop her from leaving, he’d considered tossing her in his closet or in his bathroom. He’d planned on keeping her there until he was able to talk some damn sense into her, but the reminder that she didn’t like enclosed spaces or feeling trapped had him making a last second adjustment to his plan.
“Let me go,” she demanded.
“I’m not holding you,” he pointed out, technically not lying since he wasn’t holding her.
Granted, he did have his arms resting along her thighs and his hands on her hips, ready to stop her if she tried to climb off his lap, again, but he really didn’t think that counted as holding her. She’d be flipping out a hell of a lot more if she really thought that he was holding her in place. So, since she was only straddling his lap and glaring at him, she clearly didn’t feel trapped.
“Really?” she asked, cocking a brow in disbelief as she tried to move off his lap only to have his hold tighten on her hips, keeping her in place before she could do more than lift her ass.
“Really,” he said, settling back on the love seat, relaxing even as he tightened his grip on her hips.
“You do realize that this is considered kidnapping in most states,” she pointed out, crossing her arms over her chest as she narrowed her eyes to slits on him, no doubt trying to come up with a way to escape his hold and get out of the house before he found another way to stop her.
“You’re the one that has me trapped on this couch,” he explained innocently with a shrug, knowing that it would piss her off.
So, when she closed her eyes and took several deep breaths in an obvious attempt to calm down, he couldn’t help but smile. She definitely made his normally tedious life interesting, he thought as he leaned in and f**ked up his plans to convince her to stay without having to resort to chaining her to the house.
He kissed her stubborn little chin and nearly groaned from the contact. It was such a simple, innocent kiss, but it had him wanting more, wanting her. She felt so good in his arms, too damn good. Christ, he wanted her, he realized with a pained groan. He’d do anything to have her, to touch her, to hold her, to have her in his life…..
Hell, he just wanted her.
Knowing that he was close to f**king this up and making her want to leave for good, he pulled back and-
Somehow found himself leaning forward and kissing the tip of her nose. As he pulled back, admittedly not to do the right thing, he realized that she was watching him through half hooded eyes and that her breaths were coming a little faster than normal. Releasing his hold on her hips, he raised his hands and gently cupped her face, barely aware that his hands were trembling as he lightly caressed her cheeks.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he whispered as he ran his thumb over her bottom lip.
“Is this another attempt to get me to stay?” she asked, sounding breathless as she leaned into his touch as though she couldn’t help herself.
“God yes,” he whispered, gently pulling her closer as he moved in and pressed a soft kiss against the corner of her mouth.
“What if I don’t want to stay?” she asked, reaching up and placing one of her hands over his, curling her fingers around his palm and holding it where it was.
“Do you?” he asked, leaning in and pressing a kiss against her bottom lip, loving the way she shifted on his lap, but loving the little startled gasp she released when she realized that he was hard, even more.
“Want to stay?” she clarified on a sexy little whisper that had his c**k straining against his jeans to get inside her. Reaching up with her free hand, she ran her fingers through his hair until she had the back of his head cupped in her hand and was able to keep him right where she wanted him. Licking her lips, she leaned in closer until their lips were barely touching and said, “Not on your life, Hoodie.”
“Little liar,” he said with a chuckle as he dropped his hands away from her face, letting them trail down her sides and h*ps until he was cupping her bottom.
Leaning back just enough so that he could watch her reaction, he used his hold on her and pulled her closer. The movement caused her to gently grind against his erection. Her lips parted on a soft moan, her hold on him tightened as she arched her back slightly, putting more pressure in that one move that had him running his tongue over his teeth to stop his fangs from dropping.
The scent of her arousal had him biting back a groan even as he gripped her ass and ground her more forcefully against his erection. She was so damn wet, he could smell it, could hear it and it was driving him out of his f**king mind. Every time she moved against him, more of her juices rushed to coat her core, preparing her for his invasion and he’d never smelled anything sweeter.
He groaned long and loud when Cloe took over, hesitantly grinding herself against him at first as though she wasn’t quite sure how they’d got to this point, but seemingly helpless to stop. Every time she rubbed against him, her movements became less stiff and more sensual, making his c**k swell to the point of pain and his breaths come faster.
Cloe wrapped her free arm around his shoulders as she cupped the back of his neck with the other hand, using her hold on him to grind herself against him harder. With each flex of her hips, the scent of her arousal became stronger, her breaths became soft pants as little moans and needy whimpers escaped her. When she licked her lips invitingly, he leaned in and finally covered her lips with his.
The kiss turned hungry and out of control within seconds. He sucked and licked her tongue, not caring that he was probably f**king this up and should be taking this slower to seduce her properly, to make this good for her. It had been over fifty years since the last time that he’d tried to seduce a woman and it showed.
He couldn’t get enough of her, of the way that she tasted, the way she moved against him, the sweet smell of her sex, the feel of her hand running over his bare chest or the way that she held his hair in a death grip as she returned his kiss just as desperately, like she’d die if he didn’t f**k her soon. When she moaned his name, his h*ps shot up against her, earning a strangled gasp as her head dropped back and she licked her lips in pure pleasure even as she continued to grind against him.