And Then You

34 / maureen

THE drive is silent.

Kuya Inggo doesn't touch her. Doesn't even look at her.

And yet...parang may electric charge holding them together despite the distance of their bodies in this car.

An electric charge na malapit nang sumabog.

Pinagpapawisan si Maureen. She swallows thickly and focuses her attention on the road, not on the veins on Kuya Inggo's arms while he drives or the line of his jaw or the broadness of his shoulders or the long fingers tapping the steering wheel.

Hanggang sa makarating sila sa unit niya, Maureen waits with bated breath, standing in between his desk and his bed.

Kuya Inggo steps forward, eyes on hers, and tosses his keys, phone, and wallet on the table. Then he takes off his cap and throws that aside as well, brushing his hand through his hair.

"Sit on the bed," utos niya in a quiet and calm voice.

He's not even smiling. It's as sexy as it is nerve-wracking.

"You're making me nervous," she admits, taking a step back when he takes another forward.

"Good. Sit on the bed."

She does.

Kuya Inggo goes to his drawer. He takes something out—something gold.

Then he turns to her and kneels down, taking her feet. Sinimulan niyang tanggalin ang sapatos niya.

Maureen opens her mouth. "I can—"

"Shh."

Hhhhhhhhhh.

Parang nag-melt lahat ng bones ng Maureen.

He takes off her shoes slowly and gently. Then his fingertips brush her right ankle, and something cold touches her skin.

"What's that?" Maureen whispers.

"An anklet with my name on it so it looks good on my shoulder."

Her lips part.

Isang maliit na IDP ang naka-engrave sa metal.

"E 'di parehas na kayong may anklet ng kuya mo," he says, still not letting go of her leg.

Maureen can't even find it in her to respond.

She watches his fingers trail along her calf and the back of her knee while Kuya Inggo watches her face. His big hand with his watch travels upward, kneading her thigh.

Then his other hand puts itself on her other leg, and all of his fingers crawl to the material of her shorts, slipping under them to trace the V of the inside of her thighs, dipping into her underwear.

"Inggo," Maureen gasps, her hand reaching out to clutch his shoulder. "Inggo, wait."

"No, I've waited long enough," he rasps, and then his lips cover hers.

Maureen sags into him as a deep groan rumbles from his chest to her mouth, kissing her while rubbing her through her underwear. His tongue swipes over her lip and Maureen gasps when he moves his teeth to her jaw and neck, sucking and biting. "I need you, Rinn," he groans, before pushing his finger inside.

"Inggo!"

"Christ, fuck, you're so wet." His lips go to her throat and chest before he pulls his finger away and sucks it. "Get on the bed. Now."

The urgency and the desperation in his voice makes Maureen scramble to the mattress, panting, watching him tower over her while taking off his shirt from the hem by the neck.