Page 123 of What Remains

Her gaze falls to my chest, and I tug her hair, commanding her eyes back on mine.

“Not very gentlemanly of you.” Her brows lift in challenge.

“Is that what you really want? A gentleman?” My voice is dark. Dangerously deep. I’m hanging on the edge here, because the things I want to do to her?

God help me, I can’t give in.

Not at a time like this.

She buries her fingernails into my biceps, and my free hand slides to her waist. I draw her tight to me so I can feel every inch of her, and so she can feel what she’s doing to me.

Devastatingly hard. Painfully aroused. Two seconds away from fuck it sex.

“You will do exactly what I say when it comes to your safety.” I need to stay on track here. To resist temptation. To resist her. “This is not up for discussion.”

She rolls her hips forward, a soft, broken sound slipping out of her. Her stubbornness is fighting for a front-row seat with her desire to be controlled by me within the four walls of a bedroom.

I want to.

Believe me, I do.

I want to give her what she wants and so much more.

“You want me to tell you what to do, don’t you?” I growl out, losing my damn mind.

“Yes,” she confesses. “I want you to take me hard, E. I want you to take⁠—”

I curse, my control snapping. I disregard every warning flashing through my head and set my hands under her ass and lift her off the floor.

She gasps, locking her legs around my waist like she was made to be there.

Our mouths crash together, and there’s nothing sweet about it this time. Teeth, heat, and hunger. Like we’re trying to steal something from each other we’d happily give.

I walk us across the room, and I land on the bed, dropping down so she’s sitting on my lap. She shifts around, working herself into a better position to grind against my erection. I trace my mouth from her lips to her shoulder and back again, slow and teasing. As she moves against me, I slide my hands down her back, across her waist, settling over her thighs. My thumbs draw lazy circles over the thin fabric of her yoga pants as I hold her.

A moan of surrender vibrates against my lips as I grip her hips while she rubs against me, like she’s riding me through nothing but heat and friction.

Her fingers tangle in the hair at the back of my head before moving down to grasp my arms, holding on as she chases what I wish I could give her without consequences.

But right outside this door is a fire we still have to put out.

She breaks the kiss and rests her forehead on mine, breathing hard, as my hands climb her sides and settle at the small of her back to keep her close. “We should stop, shouldn’t we?” she asks, not even trying to hide the pout in her voice and on her lips.

“We shouldn’t have started,” I admit, but . . . “How close are you?”

She lifts her head, and there’s a sexy, mischievous look in her blue-grays. “Won’t take much more if you put your hand between my legs.”

No chance she’s leaving here unsatisfied now. We’re not in our room, but . . . Screw it.

I flip us so she’s stretched out beneath me. I brace my weight on my forearms and stare down at her as she runs her hands across my chest.

A wicked smile curves her lips. “E?”

“Yeah?”

She licks her lips. “Have you ever thought about this before?”

I kiss her cheek. Her temple. Forehead. Then admit, “I’ve tried really hard not to think about it.”