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“I’ve been looking for you—Barbi.” The way he says my name sends chills racing down my spine. He gives me a moment before continuing, then leans in. His cheek brushes against mine. The heat of his breath against my ear nearly buckles my knees. “I’m only going to ask this once.”
I gulp and attempt to swallow against the lump in my throat. My nipples, both of the traitorous things, tighten into hard little beads. Heat courses through me and pools between my legs.
To my shock, I’m wet for him. Wet and aching, but he’s yet to ask me whatever question is on his mind.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about the club,” he whispers into my ear, weakening my knees. “About the heat of your pussy wrapped around my cock and the sweet sound of you begging to come.”
“What’s your question?” I manage to find my voice, but there’s no boldness to my tone. There’s only need and want.
“I should punish you for running out on me.”
Desire flows though me, molten hot, when that singular word slips from his wicked mouth.
“We agreed.” I try to deny the intensity of my reaction, but stammer and reveal my unease. “No names. Just one night.”
“I don’t remember being given a choice.” The look he gives me weakens my knees. He’s a virile male, completely turned on, barely restraining himself, and he wants me.
“I was clear.”
“I had no say in it.”
“I finished and I left.”
Bold, be bold.
Throw his confidence right back in his face. He’ll cave.
He’ll show me he’s not the man for me.
“You might have finished…” he says it with a sneer. “As if you couldn’t get away from me fast enough, but I’m nowhere close to being done with you.” The dominant growl in the back of his throat makes me tremble. He makes me yearn for him.
He makes me wet and aching.
“You make it sound as if I owe you something.”
His boldness may be a turn-on, but there’s only so far I’ll let a man push before pushing back.
“You do.”
Well shit, he’s not backing down. He’s doing exactly the opposite. I squirm with my back to the wall, all too aware of the way he cages me in and leans toward me.
“I don’t owe you anything.”
“Maybe not.” The corner of his lip twists in a smirk. “But I’m still going to make you pay.” He leans in and whispers in my ear. “You want this as much as I do. Need it, even.” Rough and husky, my knees turn to jelly. “I see it in your eyes.”
Alec may have me pinned to the wall, but he’s not touching me. He dominates with his size and powerful presence, but at no place do our bodies actually touch. Yet, I feel him on a cellular level. And he’s right. I need this. Whatever this is.
The strain of refraining from touching me bunches in his jaw and the clenching of his teeth.
I feel him everywhere.
The air heats, thickening between us with potency and need. I press back, desperate to escape, but equally desperate to feel his hands on me again.
“I went back to the club.” His husky voice vibrates with male potency. It’s swoon worthy and decadent.
“Why?”
“To find you.”
