If he allowed himself to let go for some fun of his own, her pussy could wait, even though she wanted him inside her so very badly.
His cock twitched beneath the spandex of his briefs, so she knew he wasn’t unaffected by her offer. But still, he backed up a few steps.
“Not happening,” he gruffed.
Oh really?
Trask was about to find out that he’d met his match in stubbornness.
“Fine. I get it,” she answered evenly. “You’re tired. So here’s the plan. Since you’re clearly out of steam, I’ll just sleep here for the duration, then wake you up with amorningblow job.”
His face filled with confusion, which quickly morphed into anger.
Dammit. He’d had time to get his bossy brain back in gear.
Jett knew she only had a few short minutes before she was kicked out of his room. Still, she continued to poke.
“Is that a no?” She quirked a brow at him.
He glowered. “It is. What part of leaving and getting some sleep didn’t you understand?” he snapped back.
“What about being a complete asshole is so appealing to you?” Jett countered. “Listen buddy. You just gave me an epic orgasm and I just want to return the favor.”
Jett knew that the word “buddy” for a control freak, was akin to fomenting an armed conflict. It would certainly have his hackles up.
Trask took one step forward, then managed to get himself back under control.
“Fine. If you won’t leave my room,” he threatened, “then I’ll use yours.”
He turned on his heel, strode to the door, opened it, then slammed it behind him.
“Seriously?” Jett yelled at the partition.
Oh, no he wasn’t.
Quickly tugging her shirt back down to cover all her overly-stimulated parts—including her ass which was pleasantly warm and sore—Jett leaped up and strode after the confounding man, wrenching open the door and reaching him just before he made it into her room.
He turned and snarled.
“What the fuck, Jett. Can’t you take no for an answer? I’m finished with you. Done. I gave you a frigging orgasm. Isn’t that enough?”
Jett felt as if she’d been used and found wanting.
What the hell was wrong with him?
She knew she hadn’t been mistaken that there’d been a connection between them when they’d kissed. And she hadn’t been so out-of-it with lust that she’d missed how into their session on his bed he’d been. So what had crawled up his ass?
Regrets? He had regrets?
Fine.Jett could take a hint.
“Yeah,” she managed to spit out. “Thanks for that. It’s been a while for me, which is why I was so easy.” She wasn’t going to let him know just how long her dry spell had been, but she also wasn’t going to give him credit for his superior skills. His ego clearly didn’t need to be stroked.
“Now if you’ll move,” she hissed, “I’d like to sleep in myownroom and you can go back to yours.” She raised her chin and gave him a succinct nod.
He stared at her as if trying to figure out her move, but she didn’t show her hand.
She wanted to snort.
