Summer slid to the floor and composed her hands in her lap as soon as she heard the car door close. She shivered a little under excitement and the lash of his anticipation, then looked up to meet his eyes. Yep, his hair still looked like he’d lost a fight with Storm. She smothered a smile. “Hey.”
“Hey.” He pulled his cap off and tossed it on the sofa, carding his fingers through his hair and putting his keys on the table. His smile gradually turned into a smirk and the predatory look in his eyes became much more pronounced. Victor crossed the room to the couch, sitting a little farther away from her. “Come here. Crawl, now.” Under normal circumstances he’d be jumping her and taking her on the bed, on the couch but, tonight…tonight was different.
“Yes, sir.” Ah, there. /That/, that was what she needed; not to have to think, not to have to do anything except respond, obey. She crawled across the floor to his feet, careful only to avoid planting her hands on her own hair, and knelt up again. She didn’t touch, putting her hands behind her back and looking up at him.
Victor eyed her as she crawled over to him. When she arrived at his feet he sat up a bit and cupped the side of her face with his hand. His thumb brushed her cheek before he poked it into her mouth. “Suck.” Victor’s voice was low, husky and dripping with his accent. His eyes turned a dark, emerald green as he stared down at her.
Simplicity. Summer closed her eyes, wrapping her tongue around his thumb. He tasted of salt, and iron, and a little bit of leather. She went softly at first, licking, then sucked harder. His accent wrapped around her hearing the same way; a slight shiver traced her spine.