My breathing grows ragged. “There are a hundred reasons we shouldn’t.”
“No. There’s only one.”
Right. “Well, that one reason is bigger than a hundred others could be.”
My heart slams against my ribs, and I wonder if he can hear the raucous. I wonder if he can hear the rush of my blood or the way my lungs fill and release quicker than usual.Can he feel the heat of my body?
“I knew this is how we would end up,” he says, his long lashes blinking.
“How’s that?”
“With me fighting myself about you.”
I force a swallow, knowing he’s right. This was his concern, and it was obviously justified. I don’t want to look like I’m pressuring him or trying to wiggle my way into getting what I want.
But as I shift my weight, his head wiggles against my thighs, and I think I might die.
“We agreed not to go there,” I say, forcing the words to come out of my mouth. “Yes, I initiated this tonight, and maybe I overestimated my ability to touch you and walk away. But I can’t let you forget why this is a bad idea.”
He turns his head to the side. The friction is enough to make me want to whimper.
I need a release. For heaven’s sake,I need relief.
My brain scrambles to think of a way out of this so I can get to my room and end my misery. My vibrator isn’t what I want, but it’ll suffice.
“Well, here’s the thing—I’m distracted anyway. Whether we get up and walk away or not, I’m going to think about fucking you every minute you’re here. I can’t get around that.”
I hold my breath.
He grins. “So what good is it really doing to stay away from you? You’re here. The damage is already done.”
“Hey,” I say, slapping his chest with my right hand.
Before I can do anything, his hand covers my wrist. He attempts to pull me around him—to guide me to his lap. But the movement causes his shoulder to tense, and he yelps in pain.
“Clearly, you need me back here,” I say, testing the waters. “Maybe that’s a sign.”
He pivots around, grabs me by the waist, and moves me until I’m astride him.
“Clearly,” he says as my sex moves against his rock-hard cock, “I need you right fucking here.”
I gasp, my body on high alert. I can’t think clearly—I don’t want to think clearly. I want to give in and let him have his way with me.
But, unfortunately, I’m a responsible woman.
“You better think this through,” I say, circling my hips. “We had an agreement for a reason.”
But please throw it away.Please. Throw. It. Away.
I move harder against him, realizing it’s not helping my attempt to give him time to think. But also not caring enough to stop.
I’m soaked, my body dampening my jeans. He sinks his hands into my hips and presses me down harder against him.Oh shit.
I bite back a moan, the denim’s resistance against my flesh better than nothing.
“Change in the agreement?” he asks.
“What do you propose?”
