Torridity presses against me, percolating even more sweat in my hot room and sticking my hair to my neck.
“You like that idea.”
He doesn’t ask. He makes a statement, pointing out how flushed I’m getting with a faint grin cracked around his front teeth.
“She told me Xene wants to watch her and I scissor,” I blurt.
Oh, no. You just messed up.
His lasciviousness fades, his eyes darkening with the flat line of his lips.
“Are you mad?” I wipe my clammy palms on my knee-high socks, staring at his stillness.
The same stillness he snuck up on Junior with.
Reaching over the box between us, he gently cages my neck, shifting his malevolent focus to my mouth. “Come here,” he whispers softly, his airy voice controlled with order.
Obeying, I lean over, crawling with my hands and shifting onto my knees. There are bugs in my face, squirming to the beat my heart is pumping at.
His lips tease over mine, his breath encouraging my eyes to close. “So, you thought kissing her would resolve an issue you knew would piss me off?”
Fight-or-flight punctures up through my chest, my eyes opening to him leisurely taking my lips within his.
He squeezes my neck, forcing me closer, my hands fumbling for balance on the mattress dipped below his weight.
I’m not allowed to answer. He’s shoving the cash box out of the way and skating his tongue inside my numb mouth, coercing me on top of him as he rolls to his back.
I’m scared. This is the closest I’ve been to having sex with him and it’s frazzling all my fibers.
I don’t refuse, though. I’m straddling his waist and drifting into the lust he’s kissing me with.
Grabbing my butt with his other hand, his lips move over to my cheek, kissing me hungrily and biting slowly. “You’re so pretty on top of me. You wanna take control? You wanna sink down my cock and ride it however you want?”
I shudder, my head getting forced to the side so he can kiss the sensitive spot beneath my ear, near the curve of my jaw.
“Or do you want me to force you to take it?” He bites me again, trailing his teeth along my jawbone and grinding his hard length into me.
The deprived ache thrumming down my thighs burns hotter, squeezing my pelvis with so much pressure I can’t contain the moan expanding up my throat.
My nails scratch into his shirt, my eyes squeezing closed. “Force me. Please,” I whisper. Huff. Breathe.
It barely comes out.
I used all my courage to kiss him earlier. So, now I feel small and threatened, like prey beingtooscared to run.
Quickly, he’s flipping our positions and dropping his weight between my legs, not giving me a single moment to react before he’s tearing my shirt over my head and arms.
He tosses the bunched fabric somewhere, sitting up on his knees, crowding me, eating me to the bone with his eyes while tugging his own shirt off. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
All my nerves spiral down my throat, spreading across my chest in the form of pinpricks.
He’s electric, the kind of stature and symmetry that’s elusive. Every muscle is unyielding, begging for my attention. All the way up his arms and down his torso, his strength bends and dips, sculpted with precision all the way down to the V-line getting swallowed by his gray sweatpants.
He tosses his shirt, making no attempt to comb the hair from his eyes. He’s too busy hunting me with intent, roaming his calloused hands up my parted thighs. “Pull my cock out, Bunny.”
My anxious heart ticks faster, influencing an uncomfortable heat that beads sweat on my nose. “What if I don’t want to?”
“I wasn’t asking.”
