He tugs on his ear and furrows his brow at me. “I don’t know what spark you want to snuff out, but I want you lit up all over the fucking place.”
Oh.I take a shallow breath. “I don’t think we’re talking about the same thing anymore.”
“I don’t think we ever were,” he says, so quietly that I shiver. “Eye.”
I clamp my eye shut.
“Can we continue?” he asks. “Because I’ve got plans for every inch of you.”
I roll onto my belly and scream into the mattress, emptying my lungs into the softness, then flip back. “I’m not too proud to fuck a man I’m mad at. It would probably make it better.”
He lets loose a breath. “I’m sure it would. And you’re not mad at me.”
I open my eyes again. “And you can’t touch me.”
Night shadows chase his jaw line, his eyes knotted with regret. “That won’t stop me from making you come so hard on your own hand that it bruises.”
I reach up and pull my hair to keep myself from screaming again then find my composure, barely. “That can’t happen.”
His scent strengthens, no different than the damp, crisp air of an endless black tunnel, and my eyelids shut without being told.
“Feel that? Your reaction to me. Next to you. Wanting you. Take that, light it up. Let every bit of you heat up for me.”
“But—”
“Your panties will be halfway down your throat if you finish that sentence,” he warns.
“I’d rather it be your cock.” I slap my hand over my mouth. The way I drop my guard around him is atrocious. I don’t even remember thinking it first, as if someone else pulled the words right out of me.
He groans and lowers his voice again. “I want my hands on the inside of your thighs, shoving those legs apart.”
I whimper. Why can’t this be real?
“And once I spread you open like that?” he prompts.
I struggle to control my breathing. “This is not what I agreed to.”
“What will you do? Are you going to tell me, or do I have to make you?”
“Fine. I moan or something.”
“You’re terrible at this,” he says, a smile evident in his tone.
“You’re supposed to be helping me control my magic so you can actually touch me.”
“You said you’d do anything.”
I groan. “Okay, what would you do with my legs wide open?”
“Slide my thumb down the front of those black panties that keep your pussy from me and push against the wetness I know is leaking out as I speak.”
“Then you rip off my underwear?”
“You’re even impatient in your imagination.” His laugh reverberates through me. “I work my fingers under the edge of your panties and spread that wetness up and down your slit.” He shifts next to me. The bed creaks and squeaks beneath us. “Can you feel me?”
I don’t feel fingers, but I sure feelsomethingcreeping all over me, touching everywhere he describes. I suck in a shaky breath and wait for more. Because with this man, there’s always more.
“Answer me.”
