Her glare is molten, her chest rising hard and fast against mine.“Don’t flatter yourself, Wilder.You’re just… tolerable.”
I chuckle darkly, brushing my mouth across hers again, softer this time but still laced with fire.“Then I’ll just have to work harder, won’t I?”
Her mouth lifts in that taunting almost-smile, the one that always makes me want to throttle her or kiss her senseless.“You think you're winning?That's cute.”
The taunt lands like a spark to dry tinder.My grin falters, heat licking low in my gut.Before I can fire back, her hand slides up over my chest, slow and deliberate, nails grazing across skin.
I suck in a breath.
She doesn’t rush.She traces the line of my collarbone with her fingertips, then drags her palm down over my pec, circling lazily like she’s studying me.My muscles twitch beneath her touch, my pulse hammering.She knows it, too—I can see it in the way her smirk deepens.
“Relax, Wilder,” she murmurs, her fingers slipping lower, over the hard ridges of my stomach.“You’re wound so tight all the time.”
Every nerve sparks at her caress, my jaw clenching, a growl vibrating in my chest.“Christ, you’re enjoying this.”
Her eyes glint as she trails lower still, nails scraping lightly across my abs.“Of course I am.”
Fuck.I like it way too much.
My arms tremble where they’re braced on either side of her head, not from weakness but from restraint.She’s taking her time, mapping my body with her hands, and I can feel myself unraveling inch by inch.
Her touch slides lower still, brushing just above the towel, then retreating—teasing.My cock strains painfully against the fabric, aching for her, but she deliberately avoids it, letting her hand wander back up over my ribs, my chest, my shoulders, until I’m gritting my teeth from the need building inside me.
She tilts her head, eyes glittering.“See?Not so tough now, are you?”
And when her palm finally presses lower—right over the towel, gripping me through it—I can’t hold back the guttural sound that tears out of my chest.
She laughs softly, triumphant.“Thought so.”
Her hand squeezes again, slow and deliberate, and my hips jerk before I can stop them.The smug look on her face makes me want to flip her over and fuck that smile right off her lips—but I don’t.Not yet.Because every stroke of her palm has my body tightening, every second of her teasing makes it harder to breathe.
“Lopez…” My voice comes out in a warning, but it only seems to encourage her.She strokes me through the towel again, dragging her palm up the length of me and back down, her eyes glittering like she’s cataloguing every twitch of my body.
“You talk so big,” she murmurs, lips brushing mine without kissing.“But your body says otherwise.”
Fuck.She’s right.My cock throbs under her hand, straining against the fabric, begging for more.I grit my teeth, fighting to keep the growl buried in my chest.
She slips her hand beneath the edge of the towel, her fingers wrapping around me, hot and sure.My hips buck into her grip uncontrollably, and she smirks like she’s just scored a win.
“Wow, you’re easy,” she taunts, stroking me slow, her thumb circling the tip until my breath hitches.“One touch, and you’re falling apart.”
I manage a growl.“You wish.”
She kisses the corner of my mouth, soft and mocking.“Tell yourself that.”
Her hand tightens, stroking harder, faster, and my head drops to her shoulder with a groan.She whispers, all smug heat, “Not so untouchable now, are you, Wilder?”
I drag in a ragged breath, glaring down at her even as she wrecks me.“Careful, Lopez,” I grit out, voice strained.“Push me too far, and I’ll ruin you.”
"Try it," she taunts.The squeeze of her hand transforms my reply into a groan, and she laughs wickedly in response."Thought so."Her hand squeezes again, slow and deliberate, and my hips jerk.Every nerve in my body is on fire, my cock begging for more.
She smirks, slowing down even more, stroking me, her thumb circling the head in lazy precision.“Look at you,” she whispers, her voice smug.“All that ego, all that control… and one touch ruins you.”
My arms tremble where I’m braced above her.I want to thrust into her hand, flip her over, take back control.But she’s dragging it out, her strokes relentless, pumping me until my body is tight as a bowstring.
“Lopez…” My voice comes out wrecked, guttural.“Keep going.”
Her eyes glitter, her lips tilting.“Beg.”
