“What part? Because I’m not a kid anymore, Clay! When are you going to see that? I’m a woman who hasneeds.”
He shakes his head again, scrubbing his face with one of his big, thick, worn hands exasperatedly. Of course, now all I’m thinking about is those hands and how it’d feel to have them all over my body and between my legs, sliding inside of me, caressing my body. I can feel my nipples harden underneath my shirt and slickness pool between my legs.
“I’m selfish and fucked up,” he responds.
“And I’m horny.”
His eyes snap up to mine again, fire licking behind them as he steps towards me.
“I’m a selfish enough man to take what I want without thinking of the repercussions, Maggie,” he warns.
I shake my head, “You’re nottakinganything. It’s being given to you.”
“What are you saying?” his eyes narrow.
My mind is racing, unable to keep up with the way my clit is throbbing in my shorts and the heat spreading throughout mybody.Would it be such a bad thing to have sex with Clay?
Over the past two weeks I’ve had plenty of time to think and have separated my mind from my heart.
At least I think that I have.
He’s made it clear that he’s completely unavailable, unable to give anyone a real relationship, and his mood swings are exhausting. Plus, I’m going back to school in two months and no number of orgasms will change my mind on finishing my degree in Houston at the school I love.
“You know what I’m saying,” My mouth moves before my head can keep up. I’m so damn turned on all I can think about now is being laid out on his bed, the one I slept on a few weeks ago, while his big body crushes mine and his cock slams into me. I wonder how it’ll feel. I’m guessing it’ll benothinglike how it felt with Kaleb.
“This doesn’t have to be a big deal. I get that you’re all ′moody and damaged Clay Cameron who’s worried about hurting women and therefore can’t even engage with them.′I’m heading back to school in two months. We could just have... fun. Unless” I swallow, wondering if maybe this is the reason he dismissed me two weeks ago, “Unless you’re not attracted to me.”
He steps forward again and this time neither of us backs up. Our bodies are pressed together as he looks down at me, completely feral.
“You think I don’t want to put my cock inside of that tight, pussy? You think I haven’t been fantasizing about it since I saw you last? To fit it perfectly tomywidth. For me to teach you all the ways to suck me? For it to be my name that you’re screaming when you touch yourself at night?”
I shudder, my body thrumming with excitement and anticipation, “I think I’ll take all of the above.”
He shakes his head again, a fleeting smile tugging at the corner of his lips before it disappears.
“Teach me what you like, Clay. Friends-with-benefits for the summer? No one has to know if that’s what you’re so worried about.”
He growls, the last threads of his control snapping as he scoops me up, tosses me over his shoulder and storms across the parking lot to his truck.
“Buckle up, because I’m taking you to my apartment where I’ll be treating you nothing like a friend.”
Chapter 20 – Maggie
“Undress for me.”
Fifteen minutes later, I'm standing in the center of Clay’s bedroom, back at his apartment, while he barks out orders to me like he’s a dom.
And I love it.
I unbuckle my jean shorts, sliding them down over my hips, and pull off my green tank top until I’m left in nothing but a bright red bra and matching boy shorts. His eyes trail over me slowly, like hot embers setting my skin alight, and I can feel the goosebumps on my skin rise in response. When he looks at me like this, I feel powerful, like the woman I know that I am, and I know, without a doubt, that he sees me the same way. At least, in this moment he does.
I arch my back and push out my breasts a little more, enjoying the way his gaze feels caressing and appreciating my body.
“The bra and underwear, too,” he commands.
I reach behind me, flicking the hook on the bra strap until it falls to the floor at my feet. My nipples are hard and pointing directlyat him as the cooler bedroom air hits them. Reaching down, I slide my fingers into my underwear and strip them from my body too.
His gaze is searing now, lips rolled under his teeth and tongue sliding across his lips. I stand taller, proud of the hard work I’ve put into exercising the past year and completely comfortable in the fuller curves I hold in some places because of the weight I’ve gained from my condition.
