Page 308 of A Vicious Love

She tugged my hair.

I lifted my head. “Good. Use me.”

Her eyes were hazy. “I didn’t mean to pull.”

“You can pull. I said use your hands.”

“You’re very calm about this.” Her blush deepened. She covered her face with one hand.

I caught her wrist and kissed the inside. “No hiding.”

“I can’t look at you after you say things like that.”

“You’re going to.”

“Bossy.”

“Yes.” I moved up her body, dragging kisses over her stomach, between her breasts, to her throat. “And you love it.”

Her lips parted, but no answer came.

I smiled against her jaw. “That silence is an answer.”

“It is not.”

“It is, baby”

She huffed, and I kissed her because the little argument was going to make me more obsessed than I already was. When I drew back, her hands slid down my chest, stopping at the damp shirt clinging to me.

Her gaze dropped.

Then returned.

A question sat there.

I took her wrist and brought her palm flat to my stomach over the shirt. “What?”

She shook her head.

“Baby.”

“Do I get to see you?”

My cock pulsed so hard I had to pause.

“Yes.”

Her eyes widened a fraction at the change in my voice. I sat back on my knees between her legs and reached for her hands. She came with me, rising slightly against the pillows. I brushed it back from her face first.

“You want to undress me?” I asked.

She looked at my belt, then back at my face. “Can I?”

“Anything I give you, you can take.”

I guided her hands to my belt.

Her fingers were a little shaky against the leather. My fiancée, naked in my bed, trying to undo my belt with the concentrated seriousness of a girl diffusing a bomb.