“We’re gonna have to do something about all these clothes between us.”
Cruz stills above me, pushing up on his forearms. I swallow roughly when I see the look on his face. He’s looking at me like he’s got the best kind of bad idea. His dark eyes sweep down my body before his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Strip.” His voice is rough like sandpaper when he rises to his feet, leaving me star-fished across the bed.
I look at him for a beat. Part of me wants to say no, just to see his reaction, but I like this side of Cruz. More than I ever would have imagined, having him take control in the bedroom is the biggest turn on. He stares me down from where he stands at the foot of the bed, both of us refusing to break eye contact. “Yes, sir.”
My words have the desired effect. His jaw ticks as he palms his length through his pants looking like he wants to fuck me until I’m too sated to give him any sass.
Leaning up on my elbows, I shift up the bed and swing my knees under me. Taking my time, I reach for my shirt, tugging it over my head before I let it drop next to me. Cruz steps in closer so his knees brush against the bottom of the bed, but he doesn’t reach out or make any other move towards me.
“I know I said I’d get benched for this, but I didn’t think you’d take that as a challenge. Someone’s feeling feisty.”
My hands lower to the button on my shorts and push them down my hips, watching as Cruz’s chest starts to rise and fall more quickly. His hands are balled tightly at his sides like it’s taking all his restraint to hold him back. Somehow, I free them from my legs without tipping over.
As I kneel there in just a pale pink sheer bra and matching high rise thong, goosebumps pebble my skin, I’m not sure if it’s from the air conditioning or the way Cruz makes me feel when he looks at me like this. “Was it worth the wait?”
“You’re always worth the wait. Did you think of me when you picked this out today?” He leans forward, placing his palm flat on the mattress. In this position, he’s more imposing than he was towering over me.
The way he phrases his question with such certainty makes my pulse thrum between my legs. The scrap of fabric between my legs is soaked, and he’s right. Not only did I pick this out for him this morning, but I ordered it online the other day, desperate to see his reaction to it. “And what if I did?”
When I push the strap down my shoulder, a low groan works its way out of his chest. “That would deserve a reward for thinking of me this morning after I left.”
“And if I didn’t?” My heart rate speeds up at the thrill of challenging him.
“I would be disappointed to know that I wasn’t on your mind when your fingers ran up your legs as you pulled this on.”
“But no reward?” I slide the other strap down my shoulder as Cruz places a knee on the bed, getting just a little closer. I’m dying to see how far he’ll let me push him.
“No reward. As a matter of fact, I’d need to find a way to make sure that next time you were thinking of me when you picked out something this sexy.”
Fuck, is it hot in here? I have to bite down on my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning at the visual that just popped into my head of all the ways he could accomplish that. Would he spank me, or maybe he would keep me on edge for hours, tie me up? And why do all of those things turn me on so much? I’ve never done any of them. There’s no way Brad would have ever—No, he doesn’t belong here.
“What’s that look for, Delilah?”
“Hmmm?”
“That look? Your eyes got all glazed over and your cheeks flushed to the perfect shade of pink. What were you thinking about?”
“All the ways you could make sure you were on my mind every time I pulled on a pair of lacy underwear.”
“I’m listening. What was in that brilliant mind that had you so worked up, Hermosa? I told you I would figure out all the ways to make you blush. So, I want to know what you were thinking.” His voice is measured and controlled as he reminds me of that promise.
I can feel the heat return to my chest and racing upward to my face. If I tell him, will he actually do those things to me, and do I want him to? Will I like them? Or is it just the idea that gets me hot? Everytime we are together I learn something new about how mind-blowing sex can be when you have a partner you trust, that enjoys giving you pleasure more than just receiving it. It makes me ravenous to try everything with him.
Cruz studies me like he’s got the key to my mind and with a simple twist of his wrist, he can unlock it and see right inside. “Are you nervous? Remember who you’re talking to. I was your best friend long before we ever slept together. Nothing you tell me will change the way I feel about you.”
“Well, the opposite of reward is usually punishment. I was thinking about what you would do to me if I told you I hadn’t been thinking of you when I ran my hands over this set before I pulled it on and studied myself in the mirror this morning.”
His other knee comes up onto the mattress. He’s so close, but he keeps his arms at his side, and it makes me want to scream out and beg for his touch. I continue hoping that it’ll be enough to drive him to action.
“I was blushing because the idea of you punishing me turned me on. Would you spank me or keep me from coming? Bind my hands and tease me until I couldn’t take it?”
“Jesus—Fuck, Delilah.” His chest heaves and I can tell he’s so close to losing control and I can’t help myself when I want to see what happens when he does. Reaching behind me, I unclasp my bra, letting it fall down my arms to the bed in front of me. “Is that what you want? Did it make your skin match that sexy underwear because you are embarrassed? Or because it makes you soak through those panties?” His finger gently trails up from the swell of my breast to my cheek, and my shoulders quiver with a shiver.
“Yes.” It’s the only answer I have for him because while I was pushing him, something inside my head snapped and the brain-to-mouth connection broke.
“Turn around.”
“What?”
