Maybe he needed to know there was nothing that could make me not want him.
“I used to think about you…about being with you when I was with Todd,” I confessed in a husky voice, and I watched the instantaneous change that came over him. The dilation of his dark eyes. The flare of his nostrils. The tightening of his grip on my arms. “All those times I would go with you on deliveries, I would fantasize about you laying me down in the back of your truck?—”
“Fuck, Daisy,” he growled, his voice unraveling.
“When it got bad with Todd’s drinking, and he’d come home and want to…I’d hide in the bathroom until I heard him snoring. And then I’d come out and turn him on his side and then check my phone.”
“Daisy…”
“You’d always message me to check on him, but deep down, I knew—I know you were checking on me. And I’d…touch myself.”
“Fuck.”
“You’d ask me what I was doing, and I’d text backnothing, but I’d be thinking ‘if only you knew,’ ‘if only you could see.’”
He was heaving breaths now, like he was locked in a fight to the death rather than a spectator to my submission.
“And I’d come thinking of you, my boyfriend’s best friend, while Todd was passed out next to me.” I pushed through the last before I lost my nerve. “The way I wanted you felt too risky, so I fought it. Hid it. Especially when all you did was try to keep me and Todd together. I don’t want to fight it anymore.”
His head turned slowly into my hand, his warm breath coating my palm. And then his mouth opened, and I gasped as his teeth sank into my skin.
“I want more of what happened last night, Max,” I said in a hurried whisper. “The things you did to me, the way you made me feel, I’ve never felt like that before. Please…I want more.”
His eyes closed, his teeth locked on my hand for one more second as he breathed in deep, and then let his exhale release. When his eyes opened, the look in them was different.
It was the way he looked at me last night.
“A gentleman would tell you it’s been a long day, and we can finish this discussion tomorrow.”
“And you, Max? What would you say?”
“Get on your knees.”
Chapter 22
Max
Itried to stop myself. Tried to hold steady when she chucked a thirty-thousand-dollar diamond engagement ring into the brush. Tried to stay still when she touched me. Tried to stay sane when she begged for an answer.
And I almost succeeded.
Until I had to listen to her describe how she’d think of me when she pleasured herself while Todd was passed out drunk in the bed next to her. A man could only take so much.
A gentleman could only resist so much for so long.
My restraint snapped inside me like a rubber band pulled too tight. I’ve been stretching myself so damn thin all these years that when the hold finally broke, I didn’t even feel the sting, only the burn—the sear of all this time I’d missed with her. Because of me. Because of her. Even if I only had one night, I wouldn’t miss any more.
“Get on your knees,” I ordered, my voice rough and gravelly.
Her eyes shot wide, and I fought not to retract the command. I fought to keep my expression unwavering at the slight startle that rippled through her.
She wanted to know,I reminded myself repeatedly in those handful of seconds.She asked for this.
And then, like a flower bud unfurling into a bloom, Daisy’s surprise unfolded into petals of pink in her cheeks, her teeth biting into her bottom lip, and a jolt of lust staked through me.She wanted this.And because she did, she lowered herself in front of me.
Aware—fully aware—of her condition, I kept my grip on her wrists, holding them high to give her a counterbalance as she went to her knees. If we were inside, I would’ve made sure there was a pillow under her. I might be a Dom, but cruelty wasn’t my kink. I only put her on her knees because I wanted her off her feet, and I knew the ground was soft from the last couple of days of rain.
“Now what?” She looked up at me and asked, her eagerness stretching my cock painfully against my jeans.
