Page 26 of Prey

His eyes snap to mine. "You came."

"Yes."

"You waited. You didn't touch yourself."

His breath catches. "No."

"Good." A shiver runs through him.

I sit on the edge of the bed, close enough to touch him. He's still lying down. Still staring up at me, still waiting. "Tell me what you want," I say.

He blinks. "What?"

"Tell me what you want. Right now. In this moment."

He opens his mouth. Closes it. He doesn't know, he's never been asked. He's only ever taken.

"I want..." He swallows. "I want you to,"

He stops so I lean down. My mouth brushes his ear.

"And."

"I want you to touch me."

My hand finds his chest. His heart is pounding, I can feel it through his shirt, through his skin, through the want radiating off him like heat. "Like this?"

"More." I slide my hand lower. Over his stomach. Over his belt.

"What about this?"

"More." I unbutton his pants, push them down. My hand closes around him. He gasps. Arches off the bed.

"Yes."

I stroke him once. Twice. Slow. Deliberate. The way I imagined a hundred times.

"Look at me."

His eyes snap to mine. "You're mine," I say.

I lean down, kissing him. Not gentle. Not careful. The kind of kiss that says I've been waiting for this. His hands find my hair. Pulls me closer. His mouth is open and hungry.

God. This is what I wanted. This is what I've been waiting for.

Grey

His mouth is on mine and I'm gone. No thoughts. No control. Just the taste of him. The feel of him. The way his hand is moving on me, I'm falling apart and I don't care who knows.

This is real. "Please, Cain" I gasp against his mouth.

"Please what?"

I can't answer. I can't think. I can only want. "Please," I say again. "I need,"

He pulls back looks at me, his gray eyes dark and hungry.

"Tell me what you need."