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His grin turned dirtier.
“I almost believe you.”
“Almost?” What else did he want? How much more did he need her to beg? “I don’t—”
He stopped all lucid conversation by settling his thumb over her distended clit and rubbing slow circles. Unless he could interpret whimpers and moans, she had no way to communicate. In a frenzied attempt, she spread herself even wider for him and melted under his blistering stare. He dissected her reaction to his every touch.
“You don’t…what?” he prompted. “Want me to stop?”
“Yes.” Was that the right answer? “No. Don’t stop.” He dragged his thumb directly over her clit again, making the ache swell and her womb clench. “Never stop.”
She would die if he did, because Matt wasn’t merely sharing the sheets with her. He was owning her, body and soul.
“Tonight, this is mine.” He petted her pussy like a cherished possession before he slid his thick fingers between her folds and manipulated her again. “You’re mine. Say it.”
She shouldn’t. She’d never had a lover demand so much from her. The power she was giving him staggered her. But it was as if he’d reached into her darkest fantasies and plucked out her most seductive thoughts. “I’m yours.”
“Good. Let’s see how close to orgasm I can get you, and how long I can keep you on the edge.”
That sounded both wonderful and awful. “Why?”
His dirty, dirty smile appeared again. “I need to watch you burn and writhe and ache for me.”
That answer shouldn’t arouse her more. Shamefully, it did.
Matt kept delivering slow, teasing circles exactly where she needed it. Holding back from him was impossible. And all too soon, she was mindless, clutching the comforter and begging him with her eyes because she couldn’t form words anymore.
The air conditioning kicked on and blew across her erect nipples. He pinched one with his free hand, sending another jolt through her body before he dragged those fingers down the valley between her breasts, drinking her in as if he loved her straining response to his every touch.
He toyed with her. He controlled her. He had her in his palm. The wordnoceased to exist as her head filled with all the filthy, intimate things she ached for him to do to her. “Matt!”
“Hmm. You’re so close.” His voice was ripe with something between sadistic satisfaction and smug pride. “You’re rosy everywhere. Your nipples are twice the size. You’re drenched and swollen. And your eyes are begging me.”
As she nodded frantically in silent plea, he answered with a lewd smile. He was tormenting her to sensual agony—and she loved it.
With a few more swipes of his intuitive thumb, she would tumble over the edge, into an orgasm that would forever change her definition of the word. But instead of granting her pleasure, he lifted his hand away to lick his fingers with a groan.
Madison couldn’t take it. She lurched up from the bed with a whine and attacked his zipper, jerking it down before she shoved his pants and boxer briefs past his hips. As she reached for his cock, his girth had her eyes popping. Would she even be able to wrap her hand around it?
She never got to answer that question. Matt stepped back and kicked the last of his clothes away, then seized her wrists, flattened her to the mattress under the weight of his body, and pinned her arms down with one massive hand. With the other, he skimmed her body, pinching her nipples unmercifully before pressing against her side and trailing his fingers through her wetness again, tsking at her. “Don’t be a bad girl.”
“I just wanted—”
“To rush this.” He shook his head and settled that talented, torturous thumb over her clit again. “I wasn’t done watching you suffer. Should I withhold your orgasm altogether tonight?”
The way she felt? If he did, she would die. “No. Please, no. Touch me however you want.”
Those words turned her inside out. She hated begging for anything. It made her feel too vulnerable. Yet knowing her satisfaction was completely in his hands aroused her like nothing and no man ever had. It was foolish and wrong…and she couldn’t help herself.
“Promise me you’ll be patient.”
“I will, I promise,” she gasped out. “As long as you need me to be.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear.” He gave her another wicked grin.
Matt drove her desire even higher. Entreaties fell from her lips, panting yelps and keening cries and words she wasn’t even aware of saying. She experienced Matt purely through sensation, through the racing of her blood and the pounding of her heart, in the way he pried her emotions open with a verbal crowbar, encouraging her to surrender all to him.
She did…and he still didn’t allow her to climax.
