Page 65 of You Make Me Feel
This time, he runs his hands down the dress, along my thighs, then between them, his hand cupping me through the silver sequins.
“This is mine,” he tells me.
“Yes.” I nod.
“And I’m going to fuck you, hard. But not yet. You’re not ready for me yet.” He nips my neck with his teeth and I can’t help it, I have to look at him.
I turn my head and our eyes clash. I see my desire reflected back at me. And something else, too.
A kind of softness that doesn’t belong in a scene like this. And yet… God, it slays me.
He lifts a brow. I nod. Because I want this. I need it. Too many years taking care of myself in every way, means I’m starving for him.
I’m still holding the tree as he pushes my dress up, over my thighs, his hands almost too soft as he presses against them, making me widen my stance. Then he touches me. Just the briefest of touches, enough to know how wet I am for him, but not enough to calm my aching desires.
“No,” he murmurs. And for a second I think he’s goingto stop. But instead he lifts my hand from the tree and turns me around until I’m facing him.
And the expression on his face steals my breath away.
It’s like I’m the most beautiful piece of art he’s ever seen. Like he can’t tear his eyes away from me.
Well, ditto. Because I can’t look away from him either.
“You’re supposed to be fighting me,” he says, a smile on his lips.
Oh yes, I forgot about that. I make a weak half-assed effort to push him away, my hands pressed against the hard planes of his chest.
Dammit, even his muscles turn me on.
“Come on,” he murmurs. “You can be rough. I won’t mind.”
Well okay then. I answer his challenge with a frantic movement of hands. Pushing them under his t-shirt, my nails scraping against the muscles of his abdomen.
His eyes darken.
“Try harder.”
So I do. I hit him. I push him. I lean in and bite his neck. God, I’m so wet. My body aches with the need of friction.
Then I look up at him and I’m stupidly breathless. I scrape my teeth along his jaw and he lets me.
I wonder if he’d let me do anything, the way I’d let him do the same to me?
I kiss the corner of his mouth. His eyes close, a groan rumbling deep inside his chest.
And then I press myself against him like the cat in heat that I am.
“You okay?” he asks again.
I nod, breathlessly. I’m not sure it’s the truth, though. I’m so excited by this man it’s painful.
“Want me to make you feel better?” He cups my face.And I nod, because I need it. I’m stupidly achy and needy. He smiles softly.
And then he pushes his hand down, between my legs, and touches me rightthere.
“Ohhh!” The sound escapes my lips. His fingers pull back, finding the center of me, and he pushes two inside. I grab onto his chest, because I think I might either fall or fly.
He dips his head, kissing my brow, his thumb feathering me. I pulse around him and he smiles.
