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But I’m not going to think about that now, when I’ve gotten what I wanted.
So smiling, I whisper, “We’re staying here then.”
“Yes.”
“I can’t believe it.” I grin. “I’m so happy.”
He rakes his eyes over my features. “I can see that.”
“I’m going to go swim in the lake every day,” I say happily. “And we can have a picnic by the water. We can look at fall leaves and —”
“I think you need to shut up now.”
I jerk back, offended. “What?”
“Because I think if I let you talk any longer, you’re going to put me to sleep.” I gasp but he keeps going, “And then this big fat boner that I’ve had ever since we sat down in the tub would just go to waste.”
“That’s very —”
“And then where will your poor little cum-hungry pussy be?”
“I hate —”
He puts a hand on my mouth. “Shh. So less talking and more fucking, okay?” With his other hand, he smacks my ass. “Come on, if I’m going to be stuck here with you, you might as well make yourself useful. Because my dick isn’t going to fuck itself now, is it?”
Ugh.
He’s so so arrogant.
But I love, love, love it anyway.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Every night starts the same.
He takes a shower before bed and, when he’s finished, appears at the threshold all naked. I’m already under the covers by then and at the sight of him, I feel a quickening start up in my belly.
He starts to prowl toward the bed, his eyes pinned on me in a way that I can only call predatory. And my grip on the sheets tightens the closer he gets to the bed. I don’t mean to do it, clutching my sheet to my chest as if I’m trying to protect myself from him, but it’s something that happens every night.
Maybe because he looks so large and threatening.
A beast really. A creature of these woods with no clothes to tame his bursting muscles.
No cover of civility to hide just how powerful and strong and raw he is.
Plus his dick is right there.
All hard and studded with twinkling jewelry and pulsing with every step that he takes toward me. It makes my thighs thrum and my core clench. That trunk of flesh, rising from a thatch of dark hair. And I can’t wait for it to get here. I can’t wait until he puts it in me. Which is why it always surprises me that when he does reach me, I try to lean away from him.
Not that I go anywhere.
His hand strikes out like a rattlesnake and grabs me by the throat. My pulse flares under his grip, jumping and leaping under my skin. He uses his hold on me to bring me back where I belong — close to him — and up on my knees. It only takes a few seconds but by the time I get where he wants me to go, I’m halfway to breathless heaven.
Where he controls the air that goes into my lungs.
And doles out only a handful of heartbeats per minute.
Making everything slow and sluggish and sticky.
“Let go,” he growls softly, referring to the sheet.
I blink and do what he asks me to.
He looks down at my nightie then, with a displeased frown.
Keeping me pinned in place with his hand around my neck, he uses his other to pull and snap the delicate spaghetti straps of my peach-colored nightie. I jerk each time it gives in to his superior strength, and each jerk of mine makes his dark eyes darker. It makes him press his thumb on my freckle, my pulse, as if impressing upon me once again that he’s in control. He’s the one who decides when I breathe and when my heart takes a beat.
“What number is this?” he asks then.
“S-seven.”
“And you still don’t learn.”
“Because you like it.”
“I like what?”
“Tearing them.”
He pulls at my neck, bringing us even closer. “I do, huh.”
My hands automatically go to settle on his heated abs, tracing the ridges, the rungs of his damp muscles. “Y-yes. I think you secretly like tearing my nighties. That’s why I wear them.”
And good thing that he stopped by my apartment a few days ago and got me a ton of extra ones now that we’re staying here for a while.
He hums. “Maybe.”
“Because you like proving that nothing can stop you from h-having me.”
He licks his lips, with both satisfaction and hunger. “And no one can, can they?”
I press my thighs together at his gesture. “No.”
“So maybe you are learning after all.”
I nod, biting my lip.
Which is when he comes at me with a kiss.
And I latch on to it with all that I am.
But like always, his kiss comes to an end all too soon because he pushes me down and gets between my thighs. Lowering himself on the bed and putting his mouth right there.
