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I thought his laugh was intoxicating. I thought the attachment I had to him was strange, but nothing was as dangerous as Trask Davis moaning because I knew I’d do almost anything to hear it again.
I licked the tips of his fingers, and he grunted again. He was rock hard under me and I continued rubbing myself against him, needing that release of tension he’d promised me.
He pulled his fingers from my mouth with apopand reached back into my jeans and under my panties. I gasped as his fingers brushed over my clit. He ran his fingers up my slit, spreading my arousal all over my clit, which he continued circling torturously slow.
“Please,” I whispered. I wasn’t sure what I was begging for but he seemed to know. He seemed to know so much about me and I didn’t have time to worry because in that instant he slipped a finger inside me and I bucked against him. He held me still with his other arm, wrapped tightly around me.
“You’ve been so stressed,” he whispered before biting my lip.
I whimpered, wishing he’d speed up his movement. I was close to the edge.
“So stressed,” he repeated. “Do you feel it, sweetheart? Are you getting more wound up? Are you ready to let go?”
I nodded against his neck, sucking and biting at him. “Please.”
“Do you know one of the things I love about you?”
My stomach lurched, and I moaned again as he curled his finger in me, still moving at a glacial pace. He held my hips still with his iron grip. I moaned when the pad of his finger brushed across that spot that made me wild.
“You never ask for anything. You don’t need to. You go out and find the answers. The first time I saw you,reallysaw you, was when you put the English professor in place that first day of class. I got hard watching you verbally spar with him.”
“Trask, please.”
His pace remained the same, slowly moving in and out of me, his thumb circling my clit lightly. “You don’t ask for anything. You survive, you push forward, you don’t make excuses. You’re demanding in your own way.”
“Why are you doing this?” I asked, biting his shoulder. He was driving me insane. I was close, I just needed something else, the final thing to push me over the edge.
“Because, sweetheart, I want you to use your love of words and ask me.”
I nearly climaxed from his voice alone. But it wasn’t enough. “What?” I moaned.
“Do you want to cum? Just ask me, baby.”
I chewed on my lip.
He must have noticed my hesitation because he pressed into my clit. “You don’t get to take this. I get to give it to you. So ask.”
“Please,” I moaned into his mouth, kissing and biting him. It was too much, I was so close. I’d been so close for far too long.
“Oh baby, you love words. Use them.”
“Please, Trask,” I breathed into his ear. “Please, make me cum.”
Instantly his pace changed. He thrust his fingers deep and curled, finding that spot that made me see stars. I groaned his name, closing my eyes tight as waves of pleasure flooded me.
He slowly pulled his fingers from my pants and held me close as I slumped against him. “Relaxed?” he murmured into my hair. I could only nod. I hadn’t orgasmed in a long time. I don’t remember the last time I’d made myself go.
He shifted and his throbbing cock grazed me and I shuddered. I looked at his steel-gray eyes and down at the bulge in his pants. “Do you want me to—”
“Gods yes,” he groaned. “But not tonight. I just wanted you to relax.”
“Trask, I can—”
“Eliza.” He kissed me, and the way he uttered my name made me wet all over again. “I’m okay. Just lie down with me.”
He pulled the blanket further up into the bed of the truck and we stretched out. I sat between his legs, my back against his front, and he pulled out his sketch pad and placed it in front of us.
“This is fun,” I said, flipping through the pages. “Can you draw with me like this, in front of you?”
