“Like what?”
“Like you want to kill me,” she says.
“You’re so far off,” I say, laughing.
She looks at me expectantly, like she wants me to go on.
“I’m thinking about how fucking gorgeous you look. How I want to spread your legs and put my head between them. I’m thinking about what you taste like. What it feels like to be inside you. It’s all I fucking think about,” I tell her.
I watch her eyes dilate, and her chest heaves up and down.
“Cole,” she says, her voice shaky.
“You haven’t stopped thinking about it either, have you?” I ask.
She doesn’t say anything. I watch her chest rise up and down. The amount of self-control I’m showing right now is astounding.
“Princess. You want me too, right?” I ask, scooting closer to her.
“We can’t,” she whispers, her mouth saying words she doesn’t mean.
“Why? There’s no one here. We’re alone,” I say, inching closer.
She doesn’t respond to that, but her eyes never leave mine.
“Tell me you want me too,” I say, brushing hair from her face before wrapping my hand around her neck and pulling her closer to me.
“This isn’t Mexico. There’s no coming back from this,” she says.
I can see the tears filling her eyes. She’s conflicted. We both know this is wrong, but I don’t give a fuck.
“Let me make you feel good,” I whisper, my lips brushing against her ear, and her resolve breaking. “It can be our little secret,” I say, dragging her earlobe between my teeth.
Her body arches into mine. I feel her nipples harden through her shirt. She crawls into my lap.
“We already have too many secrets,” she says, pain in her voice.
“Say it, princess,” I whisper against her neck, nibbling and sucking.
“What?” She groans.
“Say you want me too,” I say.
“Fuck off, Cole,” she says, making me laugh.
“Fuck, I bet you’re soaking wet,” I say, pushing my hands up her shirt, my fingers grazing her nipples.
“Jesus,” she says, arching back.
“Take off your shirt,” I demand.
Surprisingly, she doesn’t argue. I watch her peel shirt off, and immediately I’m running my tongue across her nipple.
“Cole,” she moans, grinding against my dick.
“I need to taste you again before I fuck you,” I tell her, lifting her off my lap and putting her back on the couch.
I get on the floor, on my knees, positioning myself between her legs.