“I realize that,” I reply.
“Told you the bed was small.”
“Do you want a goddamn reward?” I ask.
“Actually, yes, I would.”
From under the covers, I smack her ass hard enough to feel the sting on my palm and for her to squeal out. “There you go, your prize. Now don’t touch any windows or doors, everything is locked up and the alarm will go off if you do. Get some sleep.”
She rolls to face me and props her head up on her hand, looking down at me. Maybe we have an inch of space to work with. What is this bed? A full?
“Don’t fucking touch me like that,” she says.
“Like what?” I ask, knowing exactly what she’s talking about.
“Like you own me. Because you don’t.”
That makes me laugh. “Lilly, I’ll always fucking own you.” I look at her now. She’s furious. “You can try to move on to someone else, but you know in the back of your mind, when you spread your legs for another man, it will be my cock you’re thinking of.”
Her nostrils flare with anger. “You’re so fucking arrogant.”
She turns away from me, and for some reason, maybe because I’m fucking furious with her, or because I miss her, or because I’m so fucked in the head right now, I decide to push her further.
Either way, I’ve lost my goddamn mind as I turn toward her.
Under the blankets, I smooth my hand up her back and to her hip as I lean closer, talking directly into her ear. “You can’t deny it, I’ll always have a grip on you.”
She turns so my hand slides over her stomach. Her eyes meet up with mine, our mouths pretty close. If I leaned in just a few more inches, I’d be able to taste her again. “So why are you the one touching me, and I’m the one turning away?” she asks.
“Never denied not wanting you. You’re the one who moved on.”
“For good reason,” she says.
“And what reason was that?” I ask as my hand slides up her stomach, my thumb just below her breast.
Her breath hitches, the subtle movement giving me all the goddamn power I need.
“You left me, remember? Why would I stay with someone who doesn’t want to marry me?”
“I said I would. I promised.” My thumb swipes at the edge of her breast, and her teeth fall over her lip . . .
Fuck. What I wouldn’t give to own that mouth again. To grip her jaw and show her exactly who owns her with my lips and with my cock.
“You didn’t wait for me,” I say, my hand lowering back down her stomach, right past her belly button.
She sucks in a sharp breath.
“Don’t, Keller,” she says, her mouth saying one thing, the spread of her legs telling me something else.
“Has he played with your clit piercing?” I ask. “Or does he not even know you have one?” I slide my hand down another inch, my finger passing over her pubic bone once, causing her head to tip back and her chest to lift, the blankets falling past her breasts. Her nipples tighten from the exposure to the air. I’m so goddamn tempted to take one into my mouth. “Answer the question, Lilly.”
“He . . . he doesn’t know,” she responds as her legs spread more.
“He doesn’t know?” I ask as my finger slides down another inch. “He doesn’t know that you have the sweetest, most addicting pussy I’ve ever tasted?” My finger is at the cleft, and if she moves, my finger would slide right in.
I desperately want to slide into her warm heat, to feel that clit piercing and play with it. To claim her as mine and no one else’s. But the moment I give in—the moment I break—I’ll fucking regret it.
She’s choosing to see where things go with him.She’s so fucking loyal...until she believes she’s been betrayed.
