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“I’ll have that challenge now,” she said, trying to sound icy.
Now the laughter had moved into his green eyes, making them brighter, which didn’t help. “Right. Are you sure?”
And she wanted to scream, but they were in public. Jenny leaned forward instead. “I’m beginning to think that you’re stalling, actually. What’s the matter, Dylan? Are you afraid that after all this talk you won’t be able to handle your end of the bargain?”
She could only describe the look on his face then as pitying.
“We covered number one, which is that I’m in charge,” he said by way of a reply. As if she hadn’t spoken. “I wouldn’t want to forget number two.”
“What’s that? I fling myself prostrate at your feet and call you master?”
“You can call me anything you want.” There was still laughter in Dylan’s eyes, and that pitying thing, as if she was already over her head and she didn’t know it.
And too many things rolled through her, all at once. Maybe that outrage she’d been reaching for all along. Or maybe something worse. Less palatable.
Maybe something like longing,something in her whispered.
“As I said, I’m a greedy fucker,” Dylan told her, calmly. Much too calmly. “I’m not always gentle. I like it hard and I like it rough, and when I say that I want you to let me be in charge, that also means I want you to trust me. But that goes both ways. I have to trust that you’ll tell me if something’s too intense for you.”
She lifted her chin. “It won’t be.”
“That’s big talk, Jenny. But it’s easy to think you’ll feel one way now, then find you feel a completely different way later. You don’t have to make a speech. All you have to do is tell me. Stop. No. Raise a hand. Push me off. No matter how far we’ve gone, or what’s going on. Do you understand that?”
“I understand that once again, there’s a whole lot of talking and explaining and anticipation, and yet nothing happens.”
“This is nonnegotiable.”
There was that kick to his voice, and the cool, certain way he looked at her. She remembered, yet again and with that same flood of awareness, that this person she was discussing sex with was not the easygoing friend she knew so well. This was the other Dylan. And the other Dylan was one of the most powerful men in the world.
And he wasn’t kidding around.
“I’m beginning to think I trusted you more before all of this,” Jenny said.
“We don’t have to do it then,” he replied, too easily for her liking. He even shrugged. “It’s entirely up to you. I’m happy to go on home, sleep it off and wake up tomorrow as if none of this ever happened.”
Jenny wanted to punch him. Hard, right in his annoyingly gorgeous face. She felt distinctly violent, and it seemed connected to all the other sensations dancing around inside of her. “I have to tell you, so far I don’t really understand how you’ve managed to talk any woman into sleeping with you. Much less legions.”
“Most of them aren’t you,” he replied. Wholly unbothered, it would appear. “I’m not the one who’s stalling, Jenny.”
Ouch.
“I will tell you to stop if I want you to stop,” she said, very directly, and she knew that he was right. That she was the one who’d been stalling, because her pussy was still swollen, she was too wet and she couldn’t get her head around what happened already. She could feel his shoulder against her thigh and his ravenous mouth, devouring her. And that flush was a part of her now, betraying her and heating her in turn. “And now I want that challenge.”
A different sort of smile played around Dylan’s mouth, then. “Last opportunity to keep that door shut,” he said softly. “To keep it at a crack. Not throw it wide open.”
“Now who’s stalling?”
Dylan didn’t look away. He kept that green gaze trained on her and as she watched, it grew more intense. Until she felt as if his intensity overtook her pulse, then moved through her veins. “There’s a bathroom in the hall,” he said quietly. “We passed it on our way in. I want you to go there. I want you to take off all your clothes, though you can leave your shoes on. I like the heel.”
She was mute. Overwhelmed. But she couldn’t tear her gaze away from his.
By contrast, Dylan looked perfectly relaxed, save for that glittering in his green eyes that made her clit throb.
“I’ll want you bent over, bracing yourself on your elbows. Eyes closed, hair down. And I want you to wait for me.”
“With the door unlocked?”
“I want you to wait for me,” he said again, with that pointed patience that made her feel weak. And something like bubbly. “Can you do that?”
