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I wanted to feel, not think, so I shook my head. “Not now.”
His eyes flashed darkly, as though he thought he could make me spill my secrets with the dangerous look. Not going to lie, part of me wanted to, but the liquid heat pooling inside me overpowered his silent command. I leaned back in his grip, giving him some of my weight as I twisted my arm behind me and popped the clasp on my bra. His gaze immediately dropped to my chest.
“You’re not fighting fair.”
“Why would I want to? In a fair fight, you would easily get your way,” I teased.
“You would enjoy my way.” The confidence in that statement should have come off as cocky, and it did, but the pull of it was undeniable.
The man had already proven he knew far more about a woman’s body than any of my previous lovers. I wavered for a moment, caught between wanting to take control and the foreign desire to hand it over. His natural authority called to me, urging me to give into him in every way. It was a terrifying feeling.
He must have sensed that jolt of fear, because he pulled me gently into his chest and pressed his lips to my ear. “Easy, Never. I won’t hurt you.”
A chill shot through me, an erotic slice of ice through the heat. “That’s not what you said last night.” My mind raced even as my lips could barely form the words.
“I’m pretty sure last night I did hurt you.” His hot whisper fanned the fire in my veins. “And you loved every second of it.”
Asshole. He didn’t have to call me out like that. But he wasn’t wrong. Every hard thrust had been excruciating ecstasy.
“Do you have any idea how enticing you are?” He pressed his face into my hair and inhaled deeply. “Say you’ll give yourself to me, right now, and I promise I’ll make you feel that way again.”
I melted with the request. Melted and bristled, because I was still a fully functional, independent woman. The thought of just giving myself to a man, any man, grated against my entire being. But a warring part of me wanted exactly that.
He pulled back, the fire in his eyes dangerously compelling. “I’ll give you a minute to think about it.” A mischievous smile quirked his lips. “In the meantime, don’t move.”
His hands slid down my waist, and his rough knuckles grazed along the skin just above the top of my jeans. He flicked the button and it slipped free of its little hole with ease. The zipper followed, unbearably loud in the silence of the room. His palm was a delicious heat as he slid his hand between the fabric and my sensitive skin.
I was frozen in that place, caught in limbo between two things I desperately wanted: control and release. Hook moved around behind me, keeping one hand anchored less than an inch above my slick heat. All he would have to do was slide his hand down the tiniest bit. Just a little farther.
The moment I felt the heavy warmth of his chest against my back, my resolve faltered. His other hand snaked around my front and my bra was tugged free, the straps sliding down my arms bringing a whole new set of nerve endings into play. In half a heartbeat, his hand was back, tracing a line up my side to cup my breast.
He slipped his other hand lower, finding my swollen clit with ease as he pinched my nipple. The dual stimulation set my whole body alight. My head fell back against his shoulder, and I sucked in a sharp breath.
Had I been breathing at all before that? It sure as hell didn’t feel like it.
Pleasure spiked through me again from those two lush points of stimulation, and when he pinched my nipple harder, bringing me right to the edge of pain, my knees nearly gave out.
“Fuck,” I whispered harshly.
He pressed his palms flat, one against my pussy and one to my rib cage, as he pulled me tight against him. The length of him pressed into me, a wicked reminder of what I had to look forward to if I played this right.
His voice was nothing but pure heat and desire against the shell of my ear. “Your minute is up. Yes or no?”
For the love of Pete. It wasn’t that simple. Was it? Could I just give in for an afternoon and let him do as he pleased? I’d done it once and it was glorious. It was also reckless and dangerous and another night like that might just ruin me for all future men. Not that I planned to have a throng of men chasing after me. But still.
“You’re over thinking it,” he said, kissing my neck as his hands got back to work.
Pleasure built on itself with each pinch and each stroke of his fingers, and an orgasm unfurled inside me. Not violent, not explosive, but so intense I gripped his wrists to keep myself upright. If it wasn’t for the way I was leaning back into him, I would have collapsed into a puddle at his feet.
Panting and boneless, I reached back and threaded my fingers through his hair. “What are you?” Because he wasn’t just a man. No man had ever given me that kind of easy, fluid orgasm. Hell, I’d never given myself one, and I was pretty familiar with my own body.
He stilled. All I could hear was the thunder of my blood coursing through me and the endless ticking of that invisible clock. Tick. Tick.
“Yes or no?” he growled.
Fuckity fuck. “Can we just—”
“Never.” My name was a warning. He wasn’t playing. If I didn’t give in, he would put an end to things. I could feel the truth of that in his touch.
