Trust (London Love #5)

“Whatever you need.” I was trying here. Really hard.

I kissed him, just the softest of little kisses, my fingertip under his chin so I could look at that gorgeous face of his.

Reuben Schiller was insanely handsome. Tall and beautiful. Strong features. Pretty, pretty eyes. He could have been a model. Maybe. What did I know? I’d met lots of models and never fancied any of them. I fancied Reuben, though. I really fancied him.

And if he wanted space, I’d give it to him.

Except once again, I did that thing, where I completely disrespected him and pushed him backwards into his room while frantically ripping his clothes off. I didn’t even give him a choice because I’d had such a shitty day and he was the only thing that could make it better.

Him. Right here. On the bed.

I tugged at his boxers. He pushed me away.

“You’re such a shit,” he muttered, but he kissed me back. Then he rolled on top of me and held me down.

Bad move, Reubs. Really bad move. Things like that…they turned me on, no end. His nose hard against my cheek, his lips crushing on mine, tongue down my throat.

Reuben could kiss.

Pathetically, I tried to hump him underneath all that weight and at the same time wriggle out of my briefs. I tried to push him off me. I wanted to suck his dick and make him come, he was just…

“No,” he said firmly, pinning down my wrists. “You’ve gotta let me.”

I had no idea what he was on about, but I couldn’t move, so I kissed his neck, softly nibbling as he breathed hot air over my chest and kissed his way downwards.

I was so hard and making groaning sounds. Didn’t take much, but then he got up and flipped me over, face down, wrists crossed in the small of my back. Using just one hand to keep me there, he started kissing me again. My hip, my ass, along my spine.

I loved it. I really did.

“You’re good at this,” I panted out.

“Shut up.”

I snorted into the mattress. He made me smile. So much.

“You can…you know. Do whatever you want to me.” I was hoping he would. Just hold me open and shove his dick in there. Anything. I’d take it.

“I’m not going to fuck you,” he said. Disappointingly. “Not ready for that. I’m not even sure what I’m doing here.”

“You’re turning me on, is what. You’re…You— Ugh.”

I loved how he manhandled me. I was on my back again, his hands roaming my chest, more kisses on my hip, my groin…his nose slowly nudging at my length.

God. Please. Just do it.

Just a lick.

Something. Anything.

I closed my eyes. Waited.

I tried to lie still but I was desperate to touch myself, jerk myself off while he watched me.

Nothing. Just breathing. I opened my eyes and looked at him.

My heart kind of broke because he was just sitting there, looking terrified, and I was being the dick of the century.

“Hey,” I said softly, sliding out from under him and taking his face in my hands. “Hey.”