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He had noticed her hard nipples an hour before. The way she watched him expectantly, obviously more than ready to be touched.
He’d held back since bringing her home the day before. Despite his own arousal, his anticipation, and the need to take her, he had forced himself to control the need.
She had to come to him. He’d blackmailed her, more or less forced her into his bed, and despite the fact that he knew she loved him, he needed her to reach out for him.
“What do you intend to do today, then?” Her gaze flickered to his lap and his obvious arousal.
“Whatever you want to do. As long it doesn’t entail leaving the marina,” he inserted as her lips parted in reply.
A frown creased her brow as her lips tightened.
She had no idea how little he wanted to share her with the curious employees and customers at that damned store. He didn’t want anyone else around her right now. He wanted to stare at her, hear her voice as she spoke to him alone, and let himself believe she was safe.
He had nightmares now. He’d spent four years in the Marines, two of those years training as an assassin, and he’d brought no nightmares home with him. But now, demons chased him through his dreams. Demons intent on forcing him to relive the day he had nearly lost her. Forced him to face the horror of his life as Johnny’s bullet pierced her chest.
He could handle the nightmares. He couldn’t have lived through the reality of it.
“Stop looking at me like that. ” Her soft voice drew him back from the nightmares. “I’m fine. ”
She was still bruised. Her arms were still scraped. There was a scratch on her cheek. He stared back her, refusing to forget what he had nearly lost.
“Yes, you’re fine. ” He nodded as he stretched his arms on the back of the couch and let his gaze linger over her body.
Hard nipples pressing against thin cotton. He wondered if her pussy was wet. Silken bare flesh glistening with feminine cream. The thought of it had his mouth watering.
“Your business is going to fail at this rate,” she warned him, but he saw the softening of her body, the almost imperceptible shift of her thighs, her accelerated breathing.
“So?” He licked his lips at the thought of tasting her.
“Could I convince you to go in later?” The insinuation in her voice had his brows lifting as he met her gaze.
“I’m easy,” he assured her. “If you have something to bargain with. ” He made certain his gaze let her know exactly how he liked bargaining.
Crista almost smiled at the look. She had known when she awoke in his arms, his erection prodding her rear, but Dawg was in an unusual mood. He wasn’t intent on relieving his arousal. For some reason, he was making himself wait. As the morning progressed, she began to figure out why.
He wanted her as bad as she wanted him. But Dawg needed acceptance. He needed her to come to him. The past hour had been a battle for that as she pushed him, tested his resolve, and only became more aroused as he held back.
What would he do once that control slipped? Once the hunger had him by the throat, how much more intent would he become?
She didn’t want slow, easy sex. She didn’t want foreplay. She wanted affirmation. She wanted him hard and deep inside her, pounding into her pussy and marking her with his hunger.
She wanted Dawg wild. She wanted all that hunger and all that emotion washing over her like a tidal wave.
But he wasn’t going to be pushed into taking it.
“Yes, I’ve heard you’re easy. ” She nodded sagely, hiding her grin at the frown that snapped between his brows.
“Easy for you,” he amended with scowl.
“Really?” She lifted her brows in disbelief. “You’re being very stubborn today. ”
“You’re just not convincing me the right way. ” His lips twitched in amusement, though his gaze was intent and hot.
“Really?” She shifted, her fingers playing with the hem of her T-shirt as she stared back at him beneath her lashes. “What would it take to convince you, Dawg?”
He swallowed tightly as she eased the T-shirt higher. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She hadn’t bothered after her shower in the face of Dawg’s stubborn refusal to go to the store.
His hands tightened on the back of the couch.
