Page 113 of Vicious Intentions
“That hardly sounds fair, don’t you think? If we’re in this together, then shouldn’t both of us get something out of it?”
“I get plenty out of just watching you come. Trust me,” he says, his gravelly voice low and sinful.
I hate to admit it, but I’m kind of glad that whatever stubborn cold refuses to leave him has persisted this long. His deep, raspy voice has become the soundtrack that spurs all my waking fantasies.
“Please? I want to see you. All of you,” I whimper.
“No, sweetheart. Not tonight.”
“Then when?”
“Soon. Hopefully.”
“That’s not good enough. I want to see you. Touch you, tonight.”
“No, Anna.”
“If you tell me no again, we’re done here. I’m serious. I’ll hang up right now. I might not even pick up tomorrow, either,” I warn, hoping he doesn’t call my bluff.
“There she is.”
“There who is?” I retort in annoyance.
“You,cara mia. My little brat. You always get bratty when you’re horny, baby.”
Is that what I am? Horny?
It’s true I’ve never been one for brattish behavior, and I only seem to act like this when he denies me something, whether it’s a kiss, his touch, or, in this case, lettingmetouch him.
Still, even if that is the reason behind my insistence, shouldn’t that tell him how much I want this? How much I need this from him?
“Give me what I want, and I won’t have to act this way.”
“What if I like you like this? So wound up that you can’t help but whine and whimper just to get your fix? All you have to do is say that word, and I’ll make it all better,” he replies, licking his lips, making his wicked intention clear.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, he knows exactly what to say to make every inch of my body ache for him. And whenever his tongue peeks out like that, I all but combust.
“You’re not touching me until I get to touch you. Those are the rules.”
“I don’t remember putting such rules in place.”
“Youdidn’t. I did. Take it or leave it,” I reply, praying that he caves. “One… two… I’m hanging up now… three…”
“Stop!” The second he concedes, my smile pulls so wide it feels like it might tear. “Very well,” he lets out a long-winded exhale. “But if this gets to be too much for you, we can stop.”
“Why would it be too much?”
“Have you ever… um… seen a man’s cock?”
I blush instantly. “No, of course not.”
He lets out what I think is a breath of relief. “Well, for someone who’s that inexperienced, seeing one for the first time might be… a little intimidating.”
“I grew up with four brothers and a sister. Nothing intimidates me much,” I say, standing my ground.
He lets out another laugh, the sound making my heart melt.
“This is different, sweetheart.”
