“Fucking worse.”
I brushed past him. “At least he isn’t just some fucking cowboy.”
A growl released from Reed’s throat at my taunting words. His hand whipped out like the mouth of a rattler, latching on to me and swinging me back to him. He stepped into me, sending me backward until he had my back pressed against the side of the camper.
“Aw, you found yourself a pretty boy. I bet he’ll even thank you after you let him come. Newsflash, sweetheart. He can’t—and won’t—be able to give you what you need and want. He’ll want it gentle, while you’ll want it rough.”
Perhaps that was true. I had yet to meet someone who could give me what I wanted, but I was always willing to try.
I raised my chin, stubbornly staring him in the eyes. Challenging him with a sly smile. “Oh, and you think you can give me what I want, cowboy?”
“Baby …” His other hand went to my throat, squeezing lightly. His heavy gaze dragged down my face until it settled on my lips.
My eyes widened. He leaned in. My breath caught. He was going to kiss me.
ReedfuckingOwnstead was going to kiss me.
Did I want it? Yes, right now, I fucking wanted it. I leaned into his grasp, my body betraying how much I wanted it.
“You need a man who is willing to let you explore every hidden desire.” His voice went deep, quiet, and sultry.
Yes.I swallowed hard, feeling his hand only tighten.
“Who you can submit to.”
Yes.I was tired of being the dominant one in bed. It meant my needs were never taken care of, and I was always left unsatisfied.
“And still make you feel like you are powerful and in control.”
Fuck yes.I needed to feel worshipped, not just desired. I wanted to feel like I could completely let go while also feeling seen and empowered. No one had ever done that for me. I thought I’d felt that once with Reed, before it all went to shit.
My heart sped up, my lips parted, and I hoped he could read my face because I was pleading with him to do it.
“Who said I’d submit to you?” I dared.
He leaned even closer. My eyes shuddered closed as his lips brushed mine. I could feel the air leave his lungs in heavy puffs. His hands tightened even more at my neck and arm, the rest of his body pressing into me. His hips shifted slightly until I could feel his hard cock press into my belly. Desire pooled between my legs. Fuck, I was in trouble if this was how it was going to be on the road.
“Fuck,” I breathed out loud, lifting my face even more until my mouth was perfectly lined up with his. Wishing he would just close the distance already.
“You can’t lie to me, sweetheart. Your body is telling me everything you want, and it’s this,” he said as he slowly pushed his dick against me even more. I bit back a moan. “I bet I’d find you soaked between those pretty thighs of yours—and not because of the pretty boy who just drove away.”
I inhaled heavily through my nose. He was right. My panties were growing damp, and I fucking ached for him. Luke hadn’t even made my pussy flutter.
“Kiss me,” I practically begged, my eyes still closed.
But he was quiet. I waited, but he still didn’t close the distance. I frowned.
My eyes blinked open. My heart dropped when I saw him pull back, then felt him loosen his grip.
His eyes jumped between my lips and my eyes. “No, I don’t think I will.”
“W-w-what?” I stammered, confused, the rejection tightening my throat.
He let go of me then, taking a step back. “I’m not kissing you, though I think you need to be thoroughly kissed and by someone who knows how you like it. But there is no fucking way I’m kissing you, tasting some other man on your lips.”
The feeling of rejection quickly turned to anger. “Oh, fuck you!”
“Only when you quit dating these fucking douchebags.”
