“I can’t offer you a future. Only today. One day at a time. I’ve never been in a long-term relationship because I never felt the urge to be. I’m fascinated by you, but I don’t know how long that fascination will last.”
I know those words might make me sound like a bastard, but I’ve always played fair. Just like I’m honest enough to admit that a few nights with Lilly will never be enough, I need her to understand I’m not offering her a fairy tale.
Her face shows defiance, which surprises me. Internally, I thought maybe my words would make her back off—which, even though it’s not what I want, would show she has some self-preservation—but that’s not what happens.
Lilly lifts her chin. “I want you the way you want me. Don’t flatter yourself. I’m not in love and I don’t intend to be.”
Oddly enough, what should bring me relief only pisses me off.
Lilly drives me insane, and I want her to share in that madness. I want her as out of control for me as I am for her.
Our eyes lock in a silent battle of wills, desire and defiance radiating from us both in equal measure.
Her reaction only deepens my obsession. Lilly never reacts the way I expect. She surprises me at every turn.
An angel in a wickedly sensual body. Sweet and yet with no filter on her tongue.
Naked, beautiful, her cheeks flushed from both rage and the pleasure she just experienced, she excites me to the point of combustion. I’m volatile as a ticking bomb about to blow.
I want to lay her down on the bed, lock her legs around my waist, and thrust into her until I feel my balls slap against her ass. I want to swallow every sigh and hold her soft thighs to me. I want to hear her swear she’s mine and only mine, as selfish as that is.
Using every bit of my self-control, I step closer and tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear.
She melts instantly, surrendering to my touch, and my lust—which never eased—surges back in full.
I bring our mouths together, our lips crashing in rhythm with our desire.
I hear a savage growl and, shocked, realize it came from me. Lilly brings out the most primal part of me—the need to claim her, dominate her desire.
I drink in her moans, greedy for every little sign she’s feeling pleasure.
Her hands press against my chest, one of them resting over my heart. I have no doubt she can feel the pounding rhythm and what just her light touch does to me. She trails her fingers lower, like she did before, only this time she doesn’t stopnear my navel, where my cock points upward, hard as stone. She keeps going, even though she hasn’t touched me yet.
I take in a sharp breath, trying to hide how desperately I want her touch, and I wonder if she’s truly that naïve or if she’s teasing me on purpose.
I pull back to look at her and nearly lose it when I see her lips swollen and wet from my kisses. When she lifts those two brilliant gems of eyes to me, I realize there’s no malice—only curiosity and wonder.
Lilly has no idea how much she’s undoing me, and that only fuels my desire to the stars.
I slide my hands down her back until I reach her firm ass. I squeeze the smooth flesh, and the image of her bent over, taking me while I grip her hips, fills my mind.
Lilly is small but perfectly shaped. A perky, round ass, breasts that fit perfectly in my mouth, and thighs that barely close around me—she was made for my pleasure.
“I need control. You’ll have to surrender it.”
“In bed?” she asks, cheeks flushed.
“In everything,” I say, testing her, though I’ve never demanded that from any woman. I never had to, since my relationships never went past casual encounters.
“In the bedroom, I’ll surrender. Because I want you the way you are. I’ll be yours, Amos. But not outside of it.” She says it like she’s bracing for a fight, and her unexpected rebellion should cool me down—but it does the opposite.
I want to teach her to submit by choice.
“We’ll see,” I say, and I catch a wild glint in her eyes.
“What kind of control are we talking about?”
“I’ll fuck you whenever I want. However I want. Wherever I want.”
