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"I've never felt anything like this," I tell him softly and honestly with no hesitation. I couldn't have kept the words in if I had tried. He just has this sort of power over me that I can't explain.
He makes a noise of agreement but doesn't vocalize it; he just continues the light brushing of his fingertips over my skin.
"My brain just stops working when you're near," I continue, the words still flowing without pause. My eyes widen, unable to stop them. Now that I've opened the gates, it seems the mute button is finally clicked off. Too bad the nerves won't vanish as well.
"That's because your body knows who is in control here."
I snort. "My body hardly knows you."
His fingers fall from the glide they had been making up my neck. Before I even have a second to miss his touch, he's fisting my bound hair tightly, and with a gentle yet firm twist of his wrist, he's forcing me to look at him. His touch isn't painful or menacing, but it isn't forgiving either. I have no doubt I'll be in this position until he wants me to be free. Huge jolts of awareness start to shoot off inside my already overwhelmed body, and I find myself melting even more. My legs wobbling as I sway toward him, I reach out to brace my hands on either side of his torso with wide eyes.
"Your body burns for me, Nikki, and all I've done is tasted your mouth. You think it matters if we know each other past that to fuck? I barely touch you, and you come alive."
Wetness dampens my panties, and I swallow a lump of arousal before speaking, fighting the intoxicating allure of his dominance. "I'm not a slut," I hiss, hoping to hide the edginess I feel if I were to attempt anything other than that. "Just because my body is reacting to you doesn't mean that."
His eyes narrow, and his hold on my hair jerks, tipping my neck back a little more. He takes a step forward and presses our bodies together. My head remains in his control, tipped perfectly to look up at his handsome face. His head bends as he moves, our fronts rubbing together and enticing a moan-like whine from my lips. His eyes brighten, looking more golden brown now. I wonder, briefly, if his eyes are like some sort of mood ring to his soul.
"Don't insinuate that I would think you are, Nicole."
I gulp, the sound loud in the silence around us. "We both know you're only here because of that text I sent, Shane. You also know from that text that I'm a sure thing. You don't have to play games to get me there when I've already been there for a while now."
His eyes flash, darkening until the gold is all but gone and only brown remains. I'm thinking, if they were a mood ring, brown definitely isn't a good sign. Not with the hard set of his jaw accompanying it.
"I don't play games like that, Nicole. It might have been that text that got me here today, but that's because it was an opening I had been waiting for, not because I want to get my cock wet. You might not know everything about me, but you know enough. We're not strangers."
"You don't seem like the kind of man to sit around and just wait for an opening if you want something." If my arms could move, I would pump my fist in the air for being able to form a complete sentence without sounding like I'm burning alive on the inside from his nearness.
"Until last night, I thought you were still with that asshole. I'm not the kind of man who's going to move in on another man's woman--no matter what I think of that man or how badly I want that woman. I might be a lot of things, but a cheater isn't one of them."
"I haven't been with Seth in over a year."
"He's been around, so you see where one might assume differently." His voice is cold, and his eyes are narrowed.
"Yeah, that's true, but that isn't because I want him to be, jeez!"
He studies me, and I take the time to calm myself down. Or, at least, attempt to.
"You'll explain that," he demands.
"Not now, but yes."
"Good girl."
For whatever reason, those two words turn me on more than they should. My body zings with an odd mixture of excitement and anticipation. I know instantly that I'll do whatever it takes to hear those two words again and feel that again.
"Regardless of what happened to get me here, Nikki, don't doubt that I very much want to be here." He presses his hips tighter against my body, his erection pressing into my stomach with heavy undeniable awareness. "As I said, I'm not a cheater, but you've tested my control at every turn. Since the day I met you, it feels like it. Even before I became unattached, you had me thinking thoughts that no man in a relationship should have for a woman who wasn't the one he was with. I didn't even know you, and I craved you when she was sleeping in my bed, and for that, Nicole, I'm going to punish you now that I'm finally free to do something about this attraction between us."
"Punish?" I question, gasping while I sway slightly. My legs wobble, and for the first time since he fisted my hair to control me, his other hand touches me. His arm wraps around my back, hand clasping me tightly at the hip to support me in a way that makes me a prisoner to him. I love it.
"I tried to warn you, but I'm thinking I was wrong about you, Nicole. I didn't think you could handle me, and that was a big part of why I denied allowing myself to act on this attraction. But I was wrong, wasn't I? All I have to do is look at you, and you're ready to drop to your knees and do what I command, aren't you?"
My mouth flounders, but words don't come, my mind not knowing how to handle his words combined with the way I'm feeling. I've never felt anything like this. My sex life hasn't ever been anything special. I always felt like something was missing.
Desperation.
I've never felt that overwhelming need before. I've never had someone make me feel intoxicated, drunk, and craving the only thing that can keep this high buzzing through my system.
Desperation, for him.
Any way I can get him.
Shit, he's right. I really would do anything he demanded of me. I can't even understand it myself. I have never reacted to a man the way that I am, right now, to Shane.
He drops his hand, releasing my hair and me so swiftly I almost lose my footing as I try to clean the cobwebs from my head. I reach out, grabbing the breakfast bar corner to steady myself at the same time he reaches out to steady me, but otherwise, I don't move. And neither does he. I'm not sure if he was
trying to steady me or keep me in place. I'm struck immobile by the truth of his words. My body at his complete control without conscious choice. His eyes trail over every inch of my face. Waiting for what, I'm not sure, but it only amps up that damn desperation.
I hear a door slam in the distance, and my senses heighten while I wait to see what he'll say or do next. Footsteps on the landing outside my front door break the silence. People talking. A car starting down in the parking lot. All of that sounds in stereo as if he's unlocked my body and I can sense everything that much stronger.
I open my mouth to tell him so, only to gasp--sucking in a hard, frantic pull of oxygen out of reflex alone. He's right, and there's no doubt about it. If this is a hint of what he can give me, I know I'll do anything he wants if it means I can continue on this euphoric high. My eyes wide in shock, I search his face for a clue to where his thoughts have gone while I've been lost in my mind, but he just studies me with a stoic, almost bored expression.
That free hand, that same devilish hand that had been forcing me to stay still minutes ago with a grasp on my hair, moves until it's wrapped tightly around my throat. Not firm enough to cut off my air, but constricting enough that I know he could do just that if he wanted to. His fingers flex, biting a little more forcefully into my skin but only long enough to show me who is in control--as if I could forget--before he relaxes them. The movement not enough to leave a mark, which I'm sure is his intention. I'm not sure if I'm happy about that, though.
As the images of his handprints on my body invade my brain, I feel as if I could pass out. I'm dizzy, my head spinning with something I've never even thought about experiencing. Not fear, as one would expect, but pure excitement. I shouldn't want that. I've never had a man put his hands on me like this, but it just makes me want more--badly.
