“Why?” What is it about me that stirs that desire within him?
His hand cups the side of my face, and his thumb caresses my bottom lip. “I don’t know why. I just do.”
He said that I could leave, and he wouldn’t stop me. This is my chance. I need to get the hell out of here before he changes his mind. “I need to get dressed so that I can leave.”
He leans closer and drags his bottom lip back and forth against mine. And his hard cock… it’s pressing against my stomach again. Bigger and harder this time.
“Let me convince you to stay.” His voice is barely more than a whisper.
I shake my head. “I don’t want to be your submissive.”
“Just stay with me for the night.” One hand wraps around the side of my torso and moves lower. “Not me as a Dom. Not you as a sub. Vanilla only.”
“Vanilla.” Simple. Clean. Plain.
Normal.
“What’s the point of staying if I’m not going to give you the things that you need in order to be satisfied sexually?” He’ll just end up being disappointed.
It’s been a while for me. I’d prefer to just go without rather than take a hit to the ego because I can’t do what it takes to satisfy him.
“Maybe tonight isn’t about me.” He grins and he moves in to kiss the side of my face. “Maybe I think that one orgasm isn’t enough for you.”
“I need to go home.”
His mouth moves to the side of my neck and kisses the sensitive spot below my ear. “Why go when I can make you come again and again and again until you beg me to stop because your body can’t take any more.”
The tingles I felt in my groin when he pushed me against the wall are soaring. There’s zero doubt about it. The small spurt of liquid I just felt between my legs is for him. For his hard cock.
Fuck.
My intense physical response to him is unbelievable. And annoying. I want to be disgusted by him. I want to be turned off because he’s such a fucking freak.
But I’m not.
My attraction for him can’t be normal. To be aroused by the man who is blackmailing me into submission isn’t the least bit rational.
“You can go home in the morning.”
His fingers move over the big artery in the side of my neck, and I’m certain that he can feel it pulsating like crazy. “Your heart is beating so hard and fast. Is that because your mind is warring with your body?”
There’s an alarm sounding in my head—a siren warning me to stay away from this man. But my body refuses to listen. It wants the orgasms that he’s promising.
“You want me, Emma Lia. Just like I want you.”
“I do.” There. I said it.
Victory. I see it flash in his eyes before he closes them and lowers his head, touching his lips to mine. I close my eyes and lose myself in the pleasure of it.
Another kiss from the man who doesn’t kiss.
My hands glide up his chest and my fingers run through the dark bristly hairs. The heat of his body feels good beneath my fingertips. And the scent of his musky skin… I don’t what it is about a man’s smell but it’s something that I can never get enough of.
His chest muscles twitch under my fingers, and I can feel his heart beating. Proof that mine isn’t the only one racing.
His muscular arms wrap around me, molding me against his powerful body. He’s fully aroused now. I thought that he was before, but I was wrong. The hard ridge of his erection is pressing even harder against the softness of my belly.
His hands move to the backs of my thighs, and he lifts my body from the floor as though I weigh nothing. My arms instinctively move up and around his shoulders as my legs wrap around his waist.
