“Can we try?”
Silence.
His hand stills on my cheek, his forehead against mine.
I want to reach into his skull and search his brain, find out what he’s really thinking right now.
“I wish I could, Danni.”
There it is again, the refusal to entertain a serious relationship.
Instead of stomping away from him, I throw my leg over his thigh, straddling him. I grip both of his wrists, pinning him to the bed as I gaze at him.
“You can, you fucker. Stop pushing it away.” Blake stares back at me, and for a second, I wonder what the hell I’m doing.
“You deserve better.”
“Then try and be better.”
What am I doing?!
Blake swallows, his gaze travelling down my jawline, caressing my collarbone as he sighs. “I want to be good enough for you. I’ll try.”
It’s all I want.
“No other women?” I lift an eyebrow at him, and he grabs my hips.
“No Issac.”
“No one else,” I whisper as he flips us over, his hair falling into his eyes.
“I’m a bad husband. I’m possessive, demanding?—”
“Hot, good in bed—” Our lips collide, tongues fighting for dominance as his fingers circle my nipple.
“Jealous. Dominating.”
My nails drag down his back, and he hisses, his teeth dragging my bottom lip into his mouth.
I need him inside of me.
My hips are bucking to meet his, and he shoves his boxers down impatiently. I claw my panties to the side as he thrusts into me, stilling as we gaze at one another.
“You’remine, Danielle.”
He pulls his length out of me, slamming it back in as I cry out.
I’m not ready to be dominated yet, so I lace my hands around his neck, wrapping my legs around his waist as he frowns.
“Stay still,” I murmur the instruction, grinding myself against him. Instantly my clit is alive, stimulated by his pelvis.
I’m rocking back and forth beneath him, and he’s struggling not to react.
“Fuck, Danni.”
“Mm, that’s so good,” I moan, sucking in a breath when I notice Blake watching me.
“Ride me,” he commands softly, twisting us so I’m on top.
