I stare down at her, my fucking need skyrocketing so fast that I can physically feel my will slipping.
She drags her finger down my abs as she asks, “Everything okay?”
And I stop her hand, grip it tightly as I quietly say, “You are toying with me.”
“What do you mean?” she asks.
“That kiss, you wanted more, and now you’re trying to get it.”
“Wh-what are you talking about?” she asks, stumbling now.
“The way you’ve been dressing. The touching. The flirting with other guys. That’s all to get my attention.”
“Oh my God, Eli, I have better things to do—”
I press her against the wall, pinning her hand over her head. With my other hand, I set her hips against the wall as well. Her gasp is followed by a series of quick intakes of breath.
“Don’t fucking lie to me. You want my attention. Don’t you?” When she doesn’t answer, I move my hand to the hem of her nightgown and slip my fingers under the silky fabric. “Now that I call you out on it, you’re going to go shy on me?”
“I don’t want your attention.”
“Bullshit,” I seethe, my irritation and pent-up frustration creating my mood. I move my hand farther up her body, dragging the fabric with me until I reach her hipbone. “You’re doing everything you can to drive me crazy. Do you realize how infuriating that is?”
“If you think I’m putting on some show for you, you’re wrong.”
I lower my forehead to hers. “I don’t fucking believe you.” My voice is so strained that I barely recognize it. “You know exactly what you’re doing by walking around in a nightgown like this, by wearing my name on your back.” I let out a heavy breath, my hand moving toward her belly button. “Do you know how hard it made me, seeing you wearing my name?”
She shakes her head just as I glide my hand another inch.
“Feel me,” I say. I take her pinned hand and bring it right in front of my hard-on. “Fucking see how you make me feel.”
She wets her lips and then cups my cock. I squeeze my eyes shut and push her harder against the wall. Her fingers run along my length, a feather-like caress, and then pull away before I can sink into her touch.
“Do you see?” I ask.
“Seems like something you need to deal with,” she says before patting me on the chest and moving away from me. She slides by me and heads back into the bedroom.
Is she fucking kidding me?
Is she really going to deny what she’s been doing?
I tear away from the wall and go back into the bedroom, where she’s slipping under the covers.
I should rip those covers off, push that godforsaken nightgown up, spread her legs, and show her just how much she’s charged me up.
But with what little control I have left, I watch her settle, her petite body nuzzling into position. I half expect with how she’s lying through her teeth about toying with me that she’d sleep on her side, attempt to ignore me. But no, she nestles in the middle, where I’d normally hold her.
It’s the only reason I proceed with proving her wrong. I’m going to get it out of her. Even if it means taking her naked body into my goddamn hands, I’ll make her confess.
Set in my intentions, I slip under the covers as well and pull her into my chest. To my chagrin, her ass nestles right against my cock. Shit, that feels so goddamn good. Just enough friction to drive me wild, to make me prove her wrong even more. Slowly, I slip my hand under her nightgown, my fingers curling over her hip.
With my lips right next to her ear, I say, “What turns you on, Penny?”
She doesn’t answer right away. She steadies her breathing before she says, “Do you think that’s an appropriate question?”
She’s so fucking infuriating. She’s trying to act all innocent now when she knows damn well what she’s been doing to me.
My fingers move forward, coming close to her pubic bone, and she doesn’t even flinch. “If you were wearing a turtleneck, no. But when you’re wearing this . . . yes.”
