Page 30 of Twisted Tate

I lean down until my face is inches from hers. “The problem is that if you get in that shower with me, I’m not keeping my hands off you. And after last night, I’m trying not to make you feel like you have to—”

“Please.” She cuts me off, her chin lifting. “What I want is you. I’m prepared to beg.”

Fuck me.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“Then show me.” Her eyes flash. “Or are you all talk, Sinclair?”

There she is. The sharp, fierce woman who told me to go fuck myself the first night we met. And I’m glad she’s back

“Get up.” I straighten and head toward the bathroom. I don’t look back to see if she’s following. I know she fucking is.

The bathroom is all marble and glass, with a walk-in shower big enough for six people. I turn on the water and let it heat up while I strip off my boxers. My cock is already half hard, and I know I’m going to be lost the minute she’s in here with me.

I step under the spray and let the hot water beat down on my shoulders. A few seconds later, I hear her footsteps on the tile.

I turn to look at her, and every thought in my head disappears.

She’s standing just outside the glass door, completely naked. All soft curves and those gray eyes watching me with a mix of nervousness and hunger. Her nipples are already tight, begging for my mouth. The curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, the smooth skin between her thighs—I want to lick every inch of her body.

I’ve seen a lot of naked women. I’ve fucked more than I can count. But none of them have ever hit me like this—like if I don’t get my hands on her in the next five seconds, I might actually lose my goddamn mind.

“Get in here, baby girl. Now.”

She steps into the shower, and the water cascades over her body, turning her skin slick and glistening. I watch the water run down her tits, her stomach, and between her thighs.

“You’re staring.” She pushes her wet hair back from her face.

“Just taking in what’s mine.” I close the distance between us slowly, giving her time to back away. She doesn’t. “Every inch of you. So I can decide what I want to taste first.”

Her lips part. “Tate—”

“I’ve been thinking about this since I first saw you at Velum.” My body presses to hers. “Thinking about what you’d look like underneath me, behind me, tied up and begging. What sounds you’d make when I’m inside you.”

She moans and grips my shoulders.

I reach out and trace my finger down the center of her chest, between her tits, down her stomach. Her muscles jump under my touch. I stop just above her pussy, and she whimpers. “I imagined fucking you in every position possible. I imagined making you come so many times you’d become addicted to me. And then I’d do it all over again.”

“Then stop talking about it.” She grabs my wrist and pushes my hand lower. My fingers slide through slick heat. She’s already soaked, and it’s not from the shower. “And fucking do it.”

I grip her hip and spin us around, pressing her back against the shower wall. She hisses when the cool tile hits her skin.

“Here’s how this is going to work.” I pin her wrists above her head with one hand and grip her jaw with the other. “I’m going to take my time with you. I’m going to make you beg. And you’re not coming until I say so. Understand?”

“Yes.” The word comes out breathy.

“Yes what?”

“Yes . . . please.”

“That’s a good baby girl.” I lean down and kiss her.

The kiss is not soft or gentle. I kiss her like I’ve been starving for her, because I have. I control exactly how deep my tongue goes, and I take her mouth like it belongs to me.

She moans against my lips, and the sound goes straight to my cock. Her hips rock forward, seeking friction, but I press her harder against the wall.

“Not yet.” I break the kiss and drag my mouth down her throat. “You don’t come until I say.”