“How would I know?” he asked.
“Because you’re the one that put them there.”
“Can you prove that?”
“No, but I don’t know anyone else who would have done that for me.”
“Interesting,” he said with a smirk. “But you also think I’m going to kill you?”
“Yeah, I’ve wondered.”
“Yet you came to hunt me down. To what? Sit on my bike? Pretend you belong there? Why follow me and come here?”
I leaned back, my hands propping me up on the small seat behind me.His dark gaze stayed fixed on me, his lips curved into a sly smile.
“I wanted to say thank you.”
“For breaking into your house? Anytime.”
“You know that’s not what I meant. I thought if I touched the bike, you were going to touch me?”
“Oh, I will.”
“When?”
“When you beg for it.”
“What if I don’t?”
“Then, whenever you demand it. What are you wearing under that?” he asked, nodding to the long skirt I had on. I went with something that made me feel a little more stalker-ish than one of my normal outfits, and settled on black boots, a long silky skirt, and a t-shirt.
“Nothing,” I finally answered, feeling even more daring.
“Lift it all the way.”
I had already bunched it at my hips, but I lifted it higher now, not even hesitating to follow his command.
“Good, now lean back and spread your legs more.”
I couldn’t help the thrill that ran through me. “For what?” I asked, breathless.
“So I can watch you get yourself off.” There was nothing but confidence in his tone. Then again, pushing boundaries seemed to be fun for him.
“Here?”
He leaned back in his chair, his eyes heavy as he watched me. “Yes, right there.”
“And you are going to sit there and watch?” I asked, still not believing this was what he was asking me to do.
“Yes.”
“I’ll be so on display.”
“That’s the point. You’re mine to be on display for. I want to watch your face when you come. Mine was too buried in you to see last time.”
“You think I’m yours?”
“I think you’re in my office, on my bike, getting yourself off to the thought of me touching you. What else do you need to be considered mine? Go ahead, Rebel.”
