I lift her onto the counter, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass. “This is inevitability.”
Her nails bite into my shoulders. “You’re such a cocky bastard.”
“Yeah?” I say, unbuttoning her dress at the front. “And you love it.”
She glares at me, chest heaving. “Debatable.”
“Then let me convince you.” I dip my head, kissing her neck, the scent of her filling my lungs.
Her breath catches, her body already arching into mine. “Good luck with that,” she whispers.
“I don’t need luck, sweetheart.” I take her mouth, swallowing whatever argument she was about to make, drowning her in the thing that’s always been inevitable between us.
She resists—just for a second—before her hands clutch at my shirt, fingers fisting in the fabric like she’s torn between pushing me away and pulling me closer.
I slide my hands lower, over the curve of her hips, gripping tight before lifting her dress.
“You want answers?” I growl against her mouth. “Then you’re going to have to earn them.”
Her nails sink into my shoulders. “That so?”
“Yeah,” I pull my City shirt over my head and throw it to the floor where it belongs. “Now strip. I want you naked so I can worship you.”
Her face twist. “I can’t strip, Dan. I’m not comfortablebeing naked with you. Please don’t ask me.”
I lean my fists on the worktop on either side of her thighs and gaze into her eyes, wondering what’s going through that head of hers. “You straddled me in the car and came on my cock in front of a copper, but now you’re shy? Make it make sense.”
“I’m just not ready for you to see me naked.”
I can’t stop the small chuckle tumbling out of my mouth. “But I’ve seen you naked before.”
“Just let me get my dressing gown.”
I throw my hands up in the air. “Not the fucking dressing gown again.”
“Why are you angry?” She folds her arms over her chest, covering the white lace of her bra where her dress is unbuttoned.
I close my eyes, my hand flying to my head and gripping my hair in frustration. “I’m sorry. My balls have been fucking blue since the hard shoulder incident.”
“Maybe you should take a shower. You always seem in a better mood after a shower.” She smiles like she’s remembering something, her legs swinging as they dangle from her counter.
I slide my hand over the curve of her lace covered breast, the soft skin of her chest until I reach her neck and curl my fingers around the faint bruise left from my hickey. “If I’m taking a shower, you’re joining me. I want you on your knees sucking my cock.”
Her pulse quickens beneath my thumb. “I told you I’m not comfortable being naked.”
I grip her throat a little tighter, but not tight enough to hurt. Her eyes sparkle as if she enjoys the dominance but is too fucking stubborn to admit it. “And I told you I want you on your knees.” I release her throat and undo my belt, then tug down the zipper on my jeans. The wet patch of pre-cumon my boxers is fucking embarrassing, but that’s the least of my problems.
Her eyes drop to my engorged dick as if drawn to the silver piercing like a fucking magpie, her mouth lazily opening and drooling as she takes in the sight. A satisfied smirk tugs at my lips. She might fight me with her words, but her body never lies.
“I’m not a patient man, fiore mio and you’ve tested my patience for too long now.” I fist my dick, my eyelids flickering as heat floods my groin.
She jumps off the counter. My eyes lock with hers in a challenge. I’m about to twist her around, bend her over the counter and spank her silly for tormenting me so damn much, but she drops to her knees, her eyes lined up with my cock, and I’m actually surprised that she submitted to my demands. Could it be that she’s learning to trust me? A small step, but it’s one in the right direction.
Her delicate hand cups my balls and massages them, then she peels my fingers from my length and wraps hers around the shaft, taking over my movements.
A groan rumbles from my chest. Heat coils low in my belly, tight and desperate. Her touch is gentle yet claiming, like she’s teasing her own power over me. I have half a mind to grab her wrist and pin it above her head, but there’s something about watching her take control of my pleasure that makes my cock throb harder.
My dick weeps from the tip as I try to hold back from exploding all over her face. Not because I don’t want to, but because now she’s on her knees, I want to make this last. I want her to work for my orgasm and want it as much as I do.
