“Say it,” he grits again, switching them with the heel of his hand as his fingers curl lower. He makes no attempt to stop what’s happening. And I’m not about to help him. Not when my whole body feels alive from his touch.
I stay silent, holding his eyes as the tip of one finger brushes my entrance.
“Say it,” he groans.
I shake my head and my mouth parts with a small gasp as he slides his finger inside me slowly. We stare at one another as my wetness pools around it, seeping out into his palm.
“Say it,” he repeats. “Before I have you taking more than just my finger.”
I shake my head, moaning as he hits a delicious spot inside me.
“Goddamn it,” he hisses, sliding it out and then back inside me, but even though my body is stretching for him, he still can’t get it all the way inside me.
Heat erupts inside me like a swirling inferno, and I moan. He watches me, the muscles in his neck rigid as he fucks me slowly with his finger.
“This what you wanted? You wanted me to feel how wet and perfect you are? You wanted me to dream about all the ways I’d fuck you and make you mine? The way I’d make you come on my cock again and again until you cried because you needed a rest? Huh? That what you wanted, baby?”
Every last shred of hesitation leaves me as my body ripples around his finger, and I cry out, giving in to the desire taking over my body. “Denver.”
He looks at me, his expression a mix of shock and pure heat as I use his name.
I grab his face and pull his lips to mine.
“What are you doing?” He breaks away immediately.
“Kissing you.” I press my lips to his again and this time a deep groan is forced from him before he cuts away again.
My lips are tingling with the need to feel what it’s like to really kiss him as he stares at me.
“You can’t. This isn’t pretend anymore, Sinclair. We need to stop.”
“Do you want to stop?” I clench around his finger making a muscle contract in his neck.
“Fuck, don’t do that.”
“What? This?” I do it again.
“You need to stop this,” he grits at the same time as he gives me two shallow, but delicious pumps like the temptation is too strong not to.
“You’ve got a word, too, remember?”
He shakes his head, his eyes on my mouth. “I’d never use it with you, and you know that.”
White heat runs through my veins at his admission.
“You want me?” I whisper.
“I’m not allowed to want you.”
“But you do?”
“None of that matters. Say. Your. Word.”
“No.”
I pull his mouth back to mine and this time he kisses me back like he can’t physically restrain himself.
He groans into my mouth, all heat and power, kissing like a man who knows how to fuck you all night and make your soul leave and re-enter your body. I open up for him and he slides his tongue into my mouth, owning it, claiming me, like he has every right to do whatever the hell he wants with me, because I’m his and he’s been waiting for the moment when I realize it.
