Page 25 of Unwrapped
It dawns on me that I’m in my underwear, but it’s too late to do anything about it. Besides, I’ve never been all that modest to begin with.
I drag a hand through my hair. “No. Just resting my eyes.”
“May I come in?”
Fuck yeah, you can.“Sure.” I step aside so she can enter.
“I’m tired of looking at my computer. Figured I’d visit you for a change of scenery.”
I close the door and turn to face her. “Like what you see?”
I meant it as a joke, but the look in her eyes is far from joking. She drags her heated gaze up and down my body, her shoulders rising and falling faster with each breath.
“Yes,” she finally whispers. “Very much so.” Her cheeks flush pink as she stares up at me. “But that’s nothing new.”
Holy fuck.
We stare at one another in silence for what seems like an eternity. I wait, knowing where I want the encounter to lead, but unsure if that’s the direction we’re heading—even though she’s in my bedroom, visibly turned-on.
Finally, my patience wears thin. “We both know you didn’t come up here to look.”
“You seem so sure of that.”
“Am I wrong?” When she doesn’t answer, I move closer, so our bodies are inches apart. My cock hardens between us. “What can I do for you, Camille?”
“Yesterday, you said you could force my cooperation.” Lifting her chin, she looks directly into my eyes. “Prove it.”
Mood Music: “Not Afraid Anymore” by Halsey
Shock registers in Dean’s eyes for only a split second before the hunger takes over. He backs me to the door, caging me in with his arms. “Say that again.”
I hold his gaze with a brazen confidence I didn’t know I possessed. Or maybe it’s bravado. Who cares? All I know is my desire to lose control. With Dean.
But his hesitance is getting old fast.
“You heard me.”
“Say it again,” he repeats on a low growl.
“Isaid, I want you to prove your ability to force my cooperation, but since you seem a bit dense, I’ll paraphrase. Show me you’re capable of taking what you want for once.”
“I’m more than capable.”
“Prove it then.”
“If that’s what you want,” he pins me against the solid oak with his hips, and his erection presses into my belly, “you’re gonna see a side of me you might not be ready for.”
“Trust me, I’ve been ready for over a decade.”
“Oh yeah?” Dipping his head, he brushes his lips over my ear. “Then pick a safe word.”
“You’re serious?” I gasp as he drags his tongue up the side of my neck.
“You’re goddamn right, I am.” Pulling back to meet my gaze, he firmly grips my jaw. Fire burns in his eyes. “You want me to take charge?”
“Yes.”
“Then pick a fucking word.”
