What’s he doing? What does he want? Is this just a game for him, or does he want something more?
I want him to want something more…
…don’t I?
Him showing up at my house yesterday was one thing, but cornering me in the elevator when I’m just about to start my work day is something else entirely.
“Blake, we need to start drawing some boundaries—”
Before I can even finish my sentence, he thumbs the stop button. The elevator slams to a halt like something out of a movie. I brace myself and open my mouth to speak, but before I get a chance…he’s on me.
“Work didn’t keep you up last night, Kathryn,” he says, his face stern.
“What?” I am stammering like an idiot. The power this man has over me…
“You heard me,” he replies, flashing his teeth like a hungry wolf. “It wasmethat kept you up last night.”
He’s reading my mind.
Three days ago, I was in complete control of my life. I knew my schedule, my obligations, everything I had to do.
And then Blake showed up. Now I’m a ship in a storm, braving the hungry waves without the slightest idea where land is.
He gently caresses my knee with his fingers, sending a shiver of delight and anxiety through me. They always accompany each other when it comes to him.
“You were…thinking about me…” he says, his voice low, almost as if he’s reciting romantic prose. “About how I told you to kneel and you did it. How I told you to strip and you did it. How I gave you a cookie and you loved it.”
Something primal snaps inside me. I don’t even know what it is, but it causes me to lash out.
I swing, desperate to slap him, but he catches my wrist and pins me.
Desperate, I lean in, trying to press my lips to his. But he backs up, teasing me from centimeters away, a kiss so close but yet so far.
“You were thinking about the motel,” he goes on, his voice a gorgeous growl. “How I made you come on that dirty old rug and then held you as you cried in my arms.”
My lust for him has reached a fever. Horny doesn’t even describe it. Every inch of me is sizzling, hopelessly longing for more of his touch. And as he slides his fingers up and lifts the hem of my skirt, I nearly explode.
It’s like the walls are closing in on me. The luxurious elevator has become a cage—a prison of passion, and I am its desperate hostage.
I don’t even know what I want him to do to me. I just know that I wantmore.
More!
This is the man Imustgive my virginity to. No other man deserves it. No other man has the balls to just take it like he does. And he could have already, but he’s making me wait. Playing this game with me in a way that only he could do.
His thick fingers slide up my thighs. His eyes bear down on me, corrupting me, taking me to places I’ve never been as he finds my panties, soaked with arousal…
“This is so not okay…” I tell him. “We’re holding up the elevator—”
“Yeah, they can wait,” he says.
“But, Blake—”
“Quiet!” he snaps, raising his voice in a way I’ve never heard before. It sends a jolt through me, causing my heart to leap. “Turn around.”
I instantly obey and turn and face the wall.
The next thing I know, he’s got my skirt pulled up over my hips.What’s he going to do? Is he going to actually fuck me now, right here?
