Staring at her, all alone in my hotel room, makes me wonder when our tension turned into sexual tension.
“There is no way you’re going to get me to come without touching me.” She’s beaming with confidence, and her mouth lifts on one side into a cute grin. “Maybe if you were that bartender from Bahrain…but–”
I advance on her, and she stops mid-sentence. Her back hits the wall, and her dainty chin juts forward. Instead of grabbing her like I’m desperate to do, I place my palms on the wall beside her head.
She’s caged in, and my heart races with how close we are.
“Your mouth drives me fucking crazy,” I admit, staring at the perfect bow shape. My pulse flies from the heat coming from her body, and I shut my eyes when I lean in close, because her scent is intoxicating.
I line my mouth next to her ear, careful not to touch her, and whisper low, “Everything about you drives me crazy. Your mouth, your eyes, this body…” I blow a hot breath over her neck, and she shivers in front of me. With my hands still beside her head, I back away and peer at her through hooded eyes. “You on your knees with my cock in your mouth…” I shake my head. “The way your chest rises when you’re turned on, like right now.”
Tessa sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and chews on it.
“I’m not turned on,” she finally says.
“Prove it,” I demand.
“How?”
I flick my chin to her hand. “Well, since I can’t check…you’re going to have to.”
Her pupils dilate, but she remains unmoving.
My desire is at an all-time high. I’m shaking with need, because I knowshe’sshaking with need.
“If you’re telling the truth, you have nothing to worry about. Right?” I ask with a tilt of my head.
Her eyes dart across the room, and she knows she’s stuck.
“Or do you have something to worry about?”
“I don’t!” she stresses.
I move my mouth over her other ear. “Liar.”
Goosebumps cover her arms, and I ache for her.
She gulps and eventually uncrosses her arms. I take a step away, uncaging her from in between my arms.
Her confidence wavers with my sights set on her, but she’s much too proud to back out of this. With hesitancy, she slips her hand beneath the waistband of her thin sleep shorts, and I can’t decide if I should look at her face or the spot between her legs.
I opt for above the shoulders, and I know the exact moment she touches herself, because her eyes close and her lips part with pleasure.
Fuck.
This may backfire on me.
I’m feral at the visual, and I can’t help but rub the heel of my palm against the growing bulge in my pants.
She flutters her eyelashes, and the hazy glimmer staring back at me has me in a chokehold. Her attention skims down my bare chest to land below my waist.
“Well?” I rasp. “Show me.”
She shakes her head. “No.”
I raise a brow. Oh, she thinks she’s in charge.
“How is that fair?” I look down. “I’m showing you how turned on I am.”
