He doesn’t even flinch. “So you’re a masochist too?”
“Guess so. At least when it comes to you.”
“Should I be flattered by your obsessive attention?”
“Kind of hoped you would be.”
He actually smiles then, tucking a loose piece of his hair behind his ear. “You are something else, Specter.”
“I’m just a man who knows what he wants.”
“Maybe I’m better from afar.”
“I’d like to find out.”
“Yeah?” He stands and walks over to me until he’s so close I have to tilt my head back to look at him. “You want to fuck me, Specter?”
I nod, swallowing past the sudden lump in my throat. “Yes.”
“Anything else?”
“Everything else. I want to kiss you, bad. I want to touch your hair and your skin, and bury my nose in all your delicious curves and crevices. I want to hear what my name sounds like on your lips when I make you come. I want to know what your face looks like when I bring you to pleasure. I want to fucking worship you.”
His lips part, and I can see him trying to play it cool, but I might have, finally, gotten under his tough exterior. “Big talk.”
“I can back it up. Give me a chance to prove it.”
“You were bad, Specter, and I’m still mad at you.” He bends forward, leaning in so close his hair tickles my cheek as his breath warms my ear. He smells like he always does, with a hint of spearmint from the gum he often chews. “And bad boys don’t get treats.”
I grip his hip before he can move away, my hand sliding under his robe and touching bare skin. “I can make it up to you. Whatever you want, name it.”
“You can start by obeying the rules.” I drop my hand from his hip and he smiles. “Good boy.” When he reaches out andcups my chin, I almost crawl out of my skin. Is he gonna kiss me? Would he?
“Please,” I whimper uncharacteristically. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“You’re doing it to yourself. You can start to make things right by sitting in your seat, watching the show, and behaving yourself. And when I leave tonight, you will not follow me. Got it?”
I nod. “Got it.”
“Good. Show me you can act right and maybe I’ll forgive you.”
Jesus, he’s going to kill me.
“I’ll behave. I’ll earn your trust.”
He pats my cheek in a move I would normally find condescending, but any touch from him is welcome. “Enjoy the show, Specter.”
“I will.”
Cashmere stands, gazing at me with cool indifference for a second before turning around and disappearing into the back room again. Once he’s gone, I exhale and lean my head back.
Obsessed doesn’t begin to describe how Cashmere makes me feel. I have to have him, and I’ll do anything to make that happen.
CHAPTER 8
Colson
Resistinghim is harder than it should be. He’s not the first good-looking man to flirt with me, but he’s certainly the sexiest. There’s something else about him too, something I can’t describe with any words already known to me, but it’s tangibly different from any man I’ve met before him.
