My eyes spring open at the realization, meeting his brown depths. “You don’t get to tell me what I do and don’t find beautiful,tesoro.”
His dick is hard against my side, and when he’s finished speaking, he drops his hand from my face. I want it back. I’ve never had someone’s hand around my throat, and while I don’t think choking is something I’d enjoy per se, I liked having the warm weight on my neck like that. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him as much, too.
“I want everything from you, Eloise.”
My body sags against the wall. I want to close my eyes again, but his heated stare holds me captive. If I don’t look away soon, I might combust.
He inclines back, his eyes not freeing me from their grasp. “From the pink creeping up your neck and staining your cheeks, the way your chest is heaving with breaths, and how your body leans into me… I’d say you want some things from me too,cariño.”
He leans toward me again and my chin tilts before I can stop it. “Do you want me to touch you,tesoro?”
“Yes.” I squeak, and if he wasn’tright there,I’d smack my hands over my mouth. I can’t believe I said that. I can’t believe I just… came out and told him that I wanted him with such ease like that.
He smiles, but it’s not cocky, or knowing. It’s not his playboy charm. This seems warm, genuine, like he’s glad I admitted that I want him to touch me because it’s something he wants too. Can I dare to hope?
“Where do you want me to touch you, Eloise?”
The way he says my name is legitimately swoon-worthy. The answer bubbles at the back of my throat, threatening to burst out if I don’t roll my lips together to stop them. I can’t let them out, they can’t escape. I can’t say those things out loud.
My body’s hot. I’m probably sweating in the most unsexy ways imaginable, but I can’t bring myself to peel my body from between his body and the wall to move. I jerk my head from side to side.
His hand glides up my side before his thumb teases my lips from between my teeth.
“Tell me what you need from me. I’m only too willing to give it to you, but you need to ask.”
I can’t fight it. The pulsing between my legs, how every breath heightens the sensation of the fabric of my clothes against my skin, and how hot my entire body is with him standing so close.
“Everywhere.” The relief when I say the word out loud, even whispered, forces my shoulders to relax.
But he doesn’t move closer. He doesn’t touch meanywhere.
I frown, forcing myself to focus on his eyes and ignore my demanding body. My stomach swoops. Was that what his goal was? To get me worked up, to admit that I wanted him, and then leave me like… this?
“Be specific.” His demand snaps me out of my thought spiral as his words register.
Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. He wants me to tell him exactly what I want him to do to me? I can’t. My eyes widen, my pulse thrashes. He’s staring at me expectantly. I suppose I get it. He’s probably never suffered from anxiety in his entire life, and the idea of being open about his desires isn’t alien to him.
For me, it sits somewhere up with walking around downtown Cedar Rapids with no clothes on.
I bet he wouldn’t mind wandering around naked. I bet he’d be all swagger about it too, dick swinging in the breeze. Though I suppose if I looked like that, I wouldn’t mind so much either.
His hand rests on my hip, and I try to ease it lower, but he doesn’t let up.
“Do you want me to touch you?” He tilts his head. I don’t feel like I’m being toyed with, like I’m his prey, or like it’s some sinister game. Even though it’s clear as the nose on my face, he needs me to say what I want. And I want more than anything to give him what he needs. Mostly so he’ll touch my freakin’ clit.
I nod.
“Now?”
I nod again. I’m trying not to think about the fact I’m standing in the library and could be happened upon at any time by anyone. But part of me can’t help but remember the thrill of watching Ares and the guy he was with in the alley next to Guac n’Roll.
That was some epic spank bank material, and while I’ve never considered the fact that I might enjoy the risk of being caught, it’s not bothering me right now. Something to circle back to, perhaps.
Though that might be down to the fact that my clit is screaming so loudly it’s drowning out all other intelligent thought.
“Where?”
I squeeze my eyes shut so I don’t have to look at him. “Between my legs.”
