“You’re not going to dothisat all.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to.”
“You wanted to just a second ago.”
“Well, now I don’t.”
“You’re acting like a bratty child.”
“Here we go again,” she scoffed. “Do you have some kind of daddy complex? Or are you just looking for an excuse to spank me?”
His thumbs skated back and forth across his fingertips. He felt them vibrate as if they were about to do something, whether he told them to or not.
Leaning into her, he reached around, grabbing both her ass cheeks so tight the tips of his middle finger grazed her asshole. “Don’t. Tempt. Me.” He pulled away and took her hand. “Now, come on.”
“No, I told you I don’t want to.”
“Well, I don’t believe you.”
She shrugged.
“Prove it,” he said.
“What?”
“Prove it.” He leaned in, placing his lips next to her ear. “Put your finger in your pussy and show me.”
“No,” she spat. “I can’t believe Sir Stick Up His Ass would ask me to do such a thing.”
He bit his lip to keep from grinning. “Oh, you can’t, can you? Well, Sir Stick Up His Ass is about to do it himself. Unless you stop him.” Glaring at her, he placed his hand on her abdomen, the tip of his pinky finger toying with the waistband of her pajamas. She didn’t move. In fact, she grew so still for a second, he wondered if she was breathing. He dipped that pinky finger under the material. She didn’t take her eyes off his. His hand slid down to that triangle. He watched her swallow and her breath falter. When his hand slipped between her thighs, she shut her eyes just before he slid one finger along the lip of her pussy. He didn’t need to go any further.
“Fuck this,” he hissed, his teeth clenched. He picked her up, slung her over his shoulder and marched past Boudica, into the bedroom, slamming the door behind them.
“Why aren’t you fighting me?” he bellowed as he threw her on the bed.
She gazed up at him but said nothing.
He placed his hands on either side of her. “I won’t do this unless you tell me you want me to. Now tell me—do you or do you not … want me to?”
“Yes,” she murmured.
Yes, she does or yes, she doesn’t?
He blinked. “What the fuck does that mean?”
She pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him hungrily.
His shoes and clothes were discarded in a flash. As were her pajama bottoms. He crawled up, looming over her and his gaze latched onto hers.
Her eyes flashed. “I hate that even when you sayfuckit sounds polite.”
Peering into that gray landscape, he felt something pulling him at the same time he could feel himself drifting.
He blinked and saw her staring up at him—her eyes were glistening and then he realized his were too. He lowered his head, placing his cheek next to hers, planting soft kisses on her neck. She opened her legs. He knew she was ready for him. And he was more than ready for her. He was so thick and so hard, it hurt.
He slipped into her, into that wetness, staring into those gray orbs as he thrust inside her.
