Then why didn’t she?
She pushed out a heavy sigh. Because knowing he was building her up to come for him, knowing that he wanted – no, needed – her orgasm almost as much as she did, made her feel powerful, desired, hot as fuck.
Fine. Fine. Fine. She wouldn’t have a sneaky O in the corner of some building in BFE, Iowa. He probably had a way to tell if she’d cheated and had one on her own anyway. And the thought of the sadness and disappointment that would be staring at her from those delicious eyes of his was just too much to bear.
She’d wait. Though she wouldn’t be happy about it. Surely he couldn’t make her wait much longer, right?
Ugh. Talk about tempting fate.
She just needed to channel her inner Zen warrior, go back to her orgasmic breathing, “A method to bring forth inner bliss in you and your relationship,” her fucking ass. The only thing orgasmic breathing was currently doing for anyone was delaying Austin Morgan’s inevitable murder.
“What do you think, Love?”
“Hm?” Her head snapped around to where Austin stood, smug smirk firmly fixed onto his handsome face which she wanted to smack senseless with a wet fucking fish.
Christ alive, denial made her mean. She was about thirty minutes away from doing hard time just so she could come without consequence. Couldn’t she just not be submissive?
“What do you think about the building?”
She thought it’d be a great place for him to fuck her senseless until her cum dripped down his cock. That’s what she thought. “I think it’s fine.”
The taunting smirk grew as though he could read what was running through her head.
She was going to kill him.
When Austinfinallydeclared he was done checking out the building, they rode in silence, but passed the exit to take them back into town to the hotel. “W-where are we going?”
He slid his hand along her jaw before running his thumb along the seam of her lips. She opened, allowing him entry, but bit down on his digit.
The low grumble that escaped him must have been on the same frequency as her twitching clit. “Somewhere no one will hear you scream.”
If her panties weren’t already wet, they would be after that sentence. She forced a laugh. “Taking me to get murdered?”
He stroked the apple of her cheek before turning down a narrow, gravel road. “Taking you somewhere I can do the things I need to do to you, without us being interrupted by your team, or the hotel throwing us out.”
Her heart hammered against her rib cage, her body flaring hungrily at his words. Her nipples were tight and budded against the soft fabric of her bra. Her skin tingled with anticipation, and she wasn’t sure that even Austin was ready for the soaking wet mess between her thighs.
After a short distance, Austin rolled the car to a stop just off the dirt road, and shut off the engine.
She turned to him. “Here?”
“Here.”
“But there’s nothing here.”
“Exactly. Just us and the beautiful starlit sky for miles.”
Craning her neck so she could look out the window, she gasped at how clear the sky was. She could see every single star in a beautifully sparkled tapestry above them. “Wow.” Huh. Maybe there was something to the beans and corn life in Iowa. Nothing but fields for miles in every direction.
“Isn’t it cold? It’s Iowa in September. I know it’s not Minnesota in February cold, but…” She shuddered, her Texan blood stuttered to a halt in her veins. “Can’t we leave the engine running?”
“I’m not making you come in here, Mackenzie.”
Her eyes all but burst out of her head. He had to be kidding, right? Being naked, outside, and in the Midwest in the fall was going to hurt…riiiiiiiight? She folded her arms over her boobs to protect her protesting nipples. “If I lose my nips to frost bite, neither of us are going to be happy.”
Austin’s knuckle under her chin turned her head from the window back toward him. “Let me worry about keeping you warm, Love.” Another gentle caress of her cheek that she felt all over her body.
She was well and truly primed. More than primed. Hell, she was a grenade with the pin removed. A bundle of dynamite with a lit, short fuse. She was hanging on to her cognitive function by a fine thread, and if he didn’t put her out of her misery soon, she’d probably cry. Then murder him.
