I cry out, my back arching violently off his legs without my permission. I’m exposed, vulnerable, my towel hanging precariously by a thread, and he’s treating my body like it’s his personal playground.
He sucks hard, his tongue swirling over the nub, teasing it into a painful, aching point. His hand on my waist squeezes, thumb digging into my hip bone, anchoring me as I writhe against him.
“Stop moving,” he growls against my skin, the vibration running through my chest.
He switches to the other nipple, biting down lightly—just enough to sting, just enough to make me whine in the back of my throat. It’s overwhelming. I’ve never felt so small, yet so entirely the center of someone’s universe.
I squirm again, trying to find some kind of leverage, and as I shift my hips forward, I freeze.
Through the thin fabric of his athletic pants, his rock hard and massive cock is pressing directly against my thigh.
I stop breathing. My eyes snap open, staring down at him.
“Raiden,” I breathe, my voice barely a squeak. “You’re… you are very hard. Because of… me?”
He freezes. Slowly, he lifts his head from my chest.
His lips are wet and swollen, his eyes dark, the pupils so blown out the blue is barely visible. He looks wrecked. But when he speaks, his voice is laced with a sudden, defensive fury.
“I’m always hard when you’re around, Patton. Or are you too blind to notice that, too?”
I stare at him, stunned into silence. He grips my hips tighter, his fingers digging into my flesh almost painfully. He looks angry—genuinely angry—but underneath the rage, I see a flicker of something else. Something vulnerable.
“Well?” he snaps, jerking his hips up so the ridge of him grinds explicitly against me. “Do you like it? Or is this just something else for you to analyze?”
6
Chapter 6
My brain shorts out again.
All the things I should say—the sarcastic retorts, the demands for him to get away from me, the accusations—they all die on my tongue.
The fury in his eyes is real, but underneath it, there’s a desperate vulnerability that terrifies me more than his anger ever could. He looks like a man backed into a corner, one who just admitted something he never meant to.
And in the face of that raw truth—the evidence of it pressed hot and heavy against me—my body makes a choice my mind can’t.
I can’t bring myself to say yes. I can’t admit that this terrifying, overwhelming proximity is exactly what I’ve been craving in some dark, secret corner of my mind. I can’t give him that power.
So instead, I lunge forward and crash my mouth against his.
It’s the only answer I can give him. My teeth scrape against his lip, and I pull back for a fraction of a second, but then I’m kissing him again, deeper this time, trying to communicate everything I’m too afraid to say.Yes, I notice. Yes, I want it. Yes, this is driving me insane too.
Raiden freezes for a single, heart-stopping moment. It’s as if my attack has shocked him into stillness. I feel the solid wall of his chest go rigid under my hands. I think,I’ve made a mistake. He’s going to push me away and laugh.
But he doesn’t.
A low groan tears from his throat, and his arms snap around me, caging me against him.
He hugs me so tightly it’s hard to breathe, his face burying in my hair as he takes a deep, shuddering breath.
He holds me like that for a few seconds, as if trying to absorb me, before pulling back just enough to look at me. His eyes are blown wide, the blue irises swallowed by black.
Then his passion, held back for a moment, comes roaring back to life.
His hands slide up my bare back, fingers splayed wide, and his mouth finds my chest again. He returns to my nipple, laving it with his tongue before sucking hard, his gaze locked on my face, watching my reaction obsessively.
He’s cataloging every flinch, every hitch in my breath, all tremors that run through me. It feels clinical and possessive all at once, like I’m an experiment he’s finally been allowed to conduct.
