His mouth drags down my neck, and I tip my head back, giving him access even though I know he’ll leave a mark. His teeth scrape against my pulse point, and I dig my nails into his shoulders, hard enough to hurt through the cashmere.
“You two not destroying one another?” My dad’s voice echoes from downstairs.
We freeze.
Patterson’s chest heaves against mine, his breath hot on my neck. I can feel how hard he is against my thigh, and every instinct screams at me to ignore my father and keep going.
“Fine!” I call back. “Just talking!”
“Don’t forget the crown molding in the hallway! Original to the house!”
“I won’t!”
Silence.
Patterson pulls back slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. His lips are swollen, and his hair is wrecked from my fingers. He looks like exactly what he is—a man who was thirty seconds from hate-fucking me against a wall.
“Youwantme to fuck you.” He says it matter-of-factly, like there’s no question about it.
“Obviously,” I breathe out—because he’s right.
Neither of us moves.
“We’re done,” he says.
“No.We’re not.”
He moves toward me, capturing my lips. “When I finally have you, I want you dripping wet, Ken Doll. I agreed to this, but you’re still doing it on my terms.”
“You’re not playing fair,” I whisper.
He places his hand between my legs, and my entire body shudders as he adds pressure. “Remember, this belongs to me. You don’t get to touch it either.”
I gasp, “What?”
“Every orgasm ismine, babe. Every fucking one.”
“Meet me tonight then.”
“Can’t.” He shakes his head, then smirks. “You’re so damn eager.”
“Sexually frustrated.” I hold his stare. “There’s a difference.”
A dark chuckle escapes him. “You sure you want this?”
I reach forward and palm his rock-hard cock in his slacks. “We both do.”
His breath catches, and his eyes go black. He grabs my wrist and pulls my hand away before I can do any real damage.
“Mmm,” he says, looking me from top to bottom. “Might want to fix yourself. You look horny.”
He moves toward the door.
“Pattycakes, tell me something,” I say, and he turns to meet my eyes. “Was Jameson really the evil twin?”
He studies me. “Yes. And he still is. Now, I have to get going. I’ve got a date.”
The words catch me off guard. My smile feels frozen on my face.
