My breath catches in my throat as his words pierce the fog of need and arousal, so powerful I ache with it. Now a gust of freezing rain pelts the fire in my belly and I feel chilled. He drowns me in a pool of desire just to see if I can swim?
Did he do this to embarrass me? If he is feeling agitated about Rafe having been with me first, there are much more fun and effective ways of obliterating Rafe’s claim—namely, by making his own.
Would you like for me to describe how she looked kneeling naked on the ground in front of me, waiting for me to let her have my cock?
I guess now he doesn’t need a description. Now he knows.
I bow my head, still kneeling before him. It’s a mean thing he just did, so I don’t know why I’m still kneeling here. I should get up and put clothes on, or climb under the covers, or rush into the bathroom and get away from him.
Only I have no desire to get away from him. Even if he was only teasing me, only coaxing me into giving him a peek, I can’t bring myself to hate it. I still crave his taste. I wish he’d change his mind. I think about trying to change it for him. Surely if I finished undoing his pants and took his cock into my hand, he wouldn’t stop me. Once he was deep in the hot haven of my mouth, surely he wouldn’t have the discipline to pull out until he finished.
My belly aches for his cum. I want to tell him that. I want to beg for a taste and blow his mind with the careful strokes of my lips and tongue.
I’ve lost control.
Again.
I don’t want it back.
I’m not sure if he can tell, but probably. The harshness of his features has changed to tenderness now that he’s done with whatever the hell that was, but I still need. He stoked my desire and left me wanting. I squeeze my thighs together, needing friction he’s not going to give me.
“Get on the bed,” he tells me.
I swallow down the frustration and the yearning, the confusion and the lump of embarrassment. I push up off the floor and go over to his bed, climbing beneath the cool blanket. I meet his gaze skeptically when he still grabs my cuff and secures it around my wrist, clicking it shut and pulling to make sure the lock holds.
“Really?” I ask.
He only cuffs one, then he leans forward and presses his lips against my forehead before murmuring, “I’m going to take a shower. I’ll leave the other one free until I get back in case you need to use it.”
My cheeks flush and I meet his gaze, taking his meaning. He knows how sexually frustrated he left me, and although using my own fingers to fuck myself as I writhed in his bed wasn’t what I intended, I am aching enough to consider it.
“Do you want me to use it?” I ask him.
“Yes,” he says, without hesitation. “I want you to touch yourself until you come so hard, I hear it through the wall.”
My pussy clenches already, just at his words. I swallow and nod my head, holding his gaze.
Sin smiles and runs the back of his scarred hand along my jaw line. “Good girl.”
r /> 18
Laurel
When Sin gets out of the shower and comes into the bedroom, I don’t know how to feel. On one hand, we just had some kind of sexual experience, but on the other, he went in and took a shower instead of letting me relieve him. I was clearly ready and willing. He has to know he could have had my mouth, but he chose not to. I’ve never known a guy to turn that down when the option was on the table.
I don’t know what to make of that.
I don’t know what to make of what just happened, period.
I also know it shouldn’t have happened. Neither of us intended that at the start of this night, but Rafe has a way of igniting my life on fire in various ways.
Sin walks over to my side of the bed with no more than a towel wrapped around his waist. Now I want to look. I’ve been good the past couple of nights; even though he came to bed naked, I haven’t looked. Now I’ve nuzzled it with my face though, so I think we’re beyond that.
He’s holding my phone, doing his nightly perusal. I tell myself that should annoy me too, but it doesn’t. After what Rafe pulled at the restaurant, I sort of want Sin to have the security of knowing I’m not hiding anything from him. I can’t tell if Sin has trust issues with women, or he only does this because of his job, but he does seem to have a mild preoccupation with my phone. Even though it’s my phone, he kept it on him while we were out. If it’s not a trust thing, I don’t know why he bothers. He has to know I’ve had chance after chance to get away if I really wanted to. Hell, I could have told Rafe tonight that I didn’t consent to staying in Vegas, that I didn’t make my flight because Sin kidnapped my ass, but I didn’t. Rafe may not care about me in a romantic sense, but I have a feeling he wouldn’t like that regardless.
“Your sister again,” Sin says.
“You really need to let me call her back,” I tell him.