“Not tonight.”
Because it’s too good.
The truth was written across his tense body and the deep lines bracketing his mouth as he watched her. He’d told her that she would be the one begging tonight, but he looked in danger of doing exactly that if she kept going.
Next time.
“Bossy, bossy.” She allowed him to guide her to her feet and ran her nails lightly over his chest. “It’s sounding like the game is rigged. How am I supposed to convince you to change your mind if you take away all the tools at my disposal?”
Aiden laughed again, the sound just as dark as it had been the first time. “You try my control just by standing there looking like you do right now, your body aching for me and your lips wet from sucking my cock. I’m doing my damnedest not to throw you down on the bed and sink between those sweet thighs of yours. You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” There was no point in lying, and she liked the way he talked to her. Right now, he wasn’t the head of Boston’smost powerful family. He was just a man who wanted a woman—who wantedher. She still couldn’t believe this was happening, but she’d do anything to avoid putting on the brakes.
She grabbed his hand and pressed it between her legs. “Feel me.”
“I feel you.” He stroked her through her panties, toying with the edges of the lace.
“I won’t be begging tonight.” It felt like a lie when she said it—especially given the way he watched her.He likes a challenge.Charlie would do her best to give him exactly that. She rolled her hips. “But you’re welcome to try.”
He took his hand back. “The bed—on your back with your legs spread.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Then the game ends. You want this, I want this, but it will be onmyterms.”
Charlie took a half a second to consider disobeying, just for the sake of seeing the look on his face and knowing he’d spend the night with an epic case of blue balls.
But she wanted the pleasure his green eyes promised more than she wanted to push back. For now. She crawled onto the bed and lay down, arching her back and slowly spreading her legs. It had nothing to do with modesty and everything to do with dragging out the show for him.
He stood at the edge of the bed, every muscle straining as if he was holding himself back. “Your tattoos are exquisite.” Aiden coasted his hand up her body. He didn’t touch her, maintaining a bare breadth of distance between them. He traced the ink that wound up from her ankle to her hip, and over her ribs to her sternum.
She quivered, shaking with the need to move enough topress against his touch but held in place by the forbidding expression on his face. There was no mistaking who was in charge of this encounter.
As if she was in any danger of forgetting.
“We’ll talk about the ink. Later.” He didn’t request the information. He demanded it. So damn sure of his power that he had no doubts she would fall in line like a good little soldier.
That snapped her out of her haze of lust and allowed her to think a little beyond when he’d actuallytouchher. “I might be letting you call the shots right now, but that doesn’t extend outside the bedroom door.”
“Wrong.” His index finger ghosted over her nipple. She sucked in a harsh breath, not sure if he’d actually touched her or if she’d imagined it. Aiden did the same thing to the other nipple. “I’m going to keep us both alive, bright eyes, and that means I call the shots and you obey, no matter how much taking orders from me chafes.”
He moved back down her body. Every muscle shook as she fought to keep still, even as a small voice in the back of her mind called her a fool seven times over. Aiden reached the band of her panties again and dragged his fingers over the lace. “We’ll fight about it tomorrow.”
“Fine.” She tried to snap out the word, but it emerged breathy. Irritation rose. “Touch me or let me go to sleep. I’m tired of these games.”
“No, you’re not.”
She got no warning. One second, she was seriously considering telling him to fuck off, and the next, he grabbed her hips and dragged her to the edge of the bed. Aiden went to his knees and pulled her panties to the side. “As pretty here as everywhere else.”
And then all she knew was his mouth.
Aiden went after her clit like it was his favorite candy. He sucked and licked and nibbled, emitting these little growls as he did. Charlie stopped trying to hold back after two seconds, giving herself to the sensation of pleasure rising and falling, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Every time she teetered too close, he drew back, gentling his kisses or diverting himself to worshiping her thighs.
She managed to hold it together until the fourth denied orgasm. “Aiden,please.”
“Please what?”
“Stop teasing me.”
