“You heard me clearly.”
“I want you to expand on it.”
“I don’t want to be half naked outside when I come for the first time in months.”
He huffs and restarts the car, driving a little faster while keeping a firm grip on my thigh. I wrestle with my thoughts, torn between locking myself in my room and stripping myself bare and begging him to help me finish. If I’m honest, the second I decided to wear this dress, the moment I accepted his naughty challenge, I was lining myself up to be on his menu tonight. What’s the harm? It’s just a little fun, right? In less than a month, I’ll be gone. Fox doesn’t seem the type of man to get attached. Of course, that means I have to control the darkness in me that wants to recoil from anyone more physically powerful than me—which is pretty much everybody.
“Are you getting out?” he asks.
I blink, finding us parked in the garage with Fox looking at me weirdly.
I fling the car door open and edge around the property to the pool house. My hands wring together as I decide whether to jump and hope like hell he’s strong enough to catch me. I survived Gideon, but I won’t be able to put myself together if the first man I give my trust to breaks it into pieces. My psyche is woven together with a fine web. I’m not strong enough to take a punch, which is why I should forget this night, forget the desire he stirs within me, and forget how my body responds to him. I fling open the door and make it three steps toward my bedroom before he wraps an arm around my waist and anchors me to him.
“Where are you going, firecracker?” he whispers as the front door slams behind us.
“I need a drink,” I grumble. My voice is raspy, which gives some credibility to my declaration. He walks with me to thekitchen and releases me. I quickly grab a glass as he turns a parcel left on the countertop toward him.
“I didn’t order anything,” he mutters.
“You did, but I’m wearing it,” I taunt.
His heated gaze sweeps over me before he tears open the box and pulls out some tissue paper. He freezes, his gaze flicking to me as his brows lower.
“What are you wearing?” he snaps.
I gulp a little of the water and concentrate on not choking. “The red dress you bought me and the pink and black as requested.”
He plucks two scraps of black and pink silk and lace from the box and holds them between us. “Don’t lie to me.”
I choke on the water and hammer my chest. Fuck, fuckety, fuck. I’m fucked. “Take the dress off,” he demands.
I shake my head and back into the counter opposite him. He drops the underwear he thought I was wearing and prowls toward me. He grabs my abandoned clutch and tears free the remote control before crowding me against the hard surface. His hands wrap around my thighs, lifts me onto the kitchen counter, and shoves himself between my legs. My hands land on his shoulders, but I don’t push him away.
He leans his forehead against mine, his chest rising and falling in time with my own rapid rhythm. “If I press this, are you going to squirm?” I gulp but stay silent. A little voice shoutsmayday, mayday… but a bigger one saysfuck it.“If you aren’t going to answer, then I’m going to test it.”
My eyes stay locked on his. “Do it.”
He growls in both annoyance and challenge. He clicks the button, and in the silence of the house, the soft yet unmistakable vibrations can be heard. My legs tighten around his hips as I try dragging him closer. He turns it off, and I slump against the wall behind me. “Don’t tease.”
“Whatwas black?”
Umm. I give him my best confused look. He doesn’t buy it. “The mini bullet vibrator is pink.”
“Yes,” I agree.
“So what’s black?”
“Don’t make me say it,” I utter.
“I can do this all night,” he says as he clicks the button. I arch my back and groan as everything clenches inside me. He turns it off, leaving me a panting mess. He does this twice more, until I’m on the verge of sobbing.
“It’s the butt plug,” I shout.
“You’re not only wearing a vibrator that you gave me control of the entire night, but a butt plug too?”
“Yes.”
“Fucking hell. This night would have gone so differently.”
