His blue eyes catch fire at my question.
His entire body catches fire when he replies, his voice and words bathed in violence. “That absolutely no one,no one at all, gets to touch what’s mine. Because I don’t share, remember? You don’t let anyone put their hands on you. You don’t dance with strange men. You don’t talk to them. You don’t look at them. You don’t think about them. Is that clear?”
That’s the easiest rule anyone has ever laid down for me.
The easiest rule in the whole world and I nod without hesitation. “Yes. I won’t. I don’t want anyone else.”
A dark satisfaction washes over his face, his body, and I can’t stop myself.
Idon’tstop myself from kissing him.
I bite into his lip and tug at it and kiss him the way I’ve been thinking about for the past week. And he picks me up off the floor probably in the way thathe’sbeen thinking about for the past week too.
As soon as my thighs cinch around his waist and my core rubs against his hard stomach, I let out a moan. He swallows it down with a grunt of his own.
“Where’d you get the skirt?” he asks, breaking the kiss, his palms kneading my ass in tight, sharp squeezes.
“My friends.”
He delivers a stinging slap to it, even as his voice is amused. “The ones who made your exit dramatic?”
I writhe in his arms. “Yeah.”
“Tell them I like them too. For looking out for you.”
I kiss his jaw, all happy. “Okay.”
“And tell them not to give you any more fucking skirts.” Another punishing slap that makes me whimper. “Because you won’t be wearing them after tonight.”
I clutch at his hair. “Not even with you?”
“No. Because you won’t be wearing much of anything when you’re with me.”
Before I can finish squeezing my thighs around him at his sexy words, I’m on his bed.
His kisses were so drugging and hot that I didn’t even realize that he was walking, taking me somewhere.
Now I’m on my back and he’s leaning over me, his silver chain dangling and hitting my chin.
But he moves away too soon.
With his cheeks flushed dark and mouth wet and parted, he stands at the foot of the bed, looking down at me while I clutch his sheets. They’re cool and smooth under my burning body.
“Show it to me,” he orders, his chest heaving.
Just like that, I know what he means.
I know.
His command flows inside my veins and fills me with so much lust and love and purpose that I can’t believe I haven’t exploded yet.
That I haven’t broken apart in a million pieces.
But it’s a good thing. Because I have to show him.
I have to show him my bare pussy and even though I didn’t think I’d have it in me, the strength, I still scramble up to my knees and shed his jacket in under two seconds.
I see him swallowing, his eyes narrowed and focused on my skirt, right where my pulsing core is.
