Glad that he still had his legs bent, he could hide his erection as it strained against the confines of his work pants. The woman was bringing out so many fucking emotions inside of himā¦ the things he wanted to do to herā¦ tell her that he wanted to do to herā¦
Hypothetical of course because she would never allow it.
But still ā¦ if he could get the thought thereā¦
āGranger, if it were me Iād have you saying my name before I even spread your thighs and hit home inside of you.ā
Their eyes never left each otherās.
āTake right now, for example.ā His voice was practically a whisper. āA man like Adrian Pucey would probably pick you up, bend you over and dive right into youā¦ you might get close, if youāre lucky.ā
āAnd a-ā He watched her stutter over her words for a second, before finding herself as she shifted again on the floor. ā-a man like you?ā
āA man like me would take my time with you, love.ā He told her in a low tone as her eyes flashed with an emotion he was sure was akin to lust. āIād take in the way your skin blushed when I used the right wordsā¦ Iād take in the way you looked at me when I told you Iād like to spread your legs wide for meā¦ā
His eyes flicked down to her thighs again, catching her rubbing them together in the smallest of movements.
āAnd- and then what?ā
Fire met ice as their eyes connected.
Fuckā¦ she wanted him to tell her everything? She wanted this from him? Surely this was all just to get a rise out of him? ā¦ but the look on her face told him something different. It was a dangerous look. It was a look that told him that if he started this, then there was a possibility that neither of them would be able to go back anymore.
She was asking for thisā¦ she wanted to knowā¦
āDo you like dirty talk, Granger?ā He waited for her eyes to widen slightly as she held her breath. āBecause I do.ā
https://archiveofourown.org/works/28791006/chapters/70668723#workskin
