“No,” she groaned, thrusting her hips up against his hand.
“What do you want?”
“More.”
“More what?” he questioned.
“Why are you making me do this? Why are you making me talk? Can’t we just have sex?”
His fingers stilled and she whimpered.
“We could just fuck. But I want to know you, Jacey. I feel something for you, don’t you feel it too?”
Yes! But she shouldn’t tell him that. She should tell him that this is nothing more than scratching an itch. But she’d never been good at lying.
“Yes,” she replied. “But I don’t want to talk. There are things in my life that I can’t talk about. All I can give you is tonight.”
His eyes gleamed with determination. “We’ll see,” he whispered before taking her mouth with his, stalling any more protests. He swirled his fingers around her clit before flicking it, his movements increasing in speed until she was gasping with the need to come.
“So damn beautiful,” he whispered. “I could watch you like this all day.”
At that moment she came, bucking in his arms as he slowed his movements, drawing out her orgasm. She shuddered in his arms as he moved his fingers away from her pussy, sucking them into his mouth.
“So damn sweet.”
Jacey ducked her head against his chest.
“Shy?” He tipped her chin up, meeting her gaze, his eyes like molten pools. “Jacey, I—”
Jacey slipped from his lap, kneeling on the floor between his legs. She drew his towel open to reveal the thick cock she’d felt pressing against her backside. She didn’t want to talk. Talking couldn’t lead anywhere good. Tonight, she just wanted to feel alive, to feel safe and wanted.
Because she knew there couldn’t be a tomorrow for them.
Reaching out, she grasped hold of his firm cock, squeezing it lightly.
“On no, you don’t, brat. Not again.” Reaching out, he pulled her hand from his cock.
“You don’t like it?” she asked.
Derrick raised a brow. “I think how quickly I came in your mouth earlier proves just how much I like you touching me, however, I already owe you a spanking for that little episode, do you really want to double it?”
Jacey quickly scooted back onto her butt, looking at him warily. Had he really just said that? Where was the caring guy from a few minutes ago? Had she done it again? When the hell would she learn that her instincts when it came to men were shit?
“Whoa, Jacey, what’s wrong? Did I scare you? I didn’t mean to.” Derrick held out his hand and she shied back, holding her arm up to shield herself.
“Jacey,” he said, sounding shocked. “Did you think I was going to hit you?”
“You just said you were!” She dropped her arm, feeling slightly embarrassed as his hand stayed where it was, held out to her. She stood up, feeling at a disadvantage with him looming over her.
“No, I said I was going to spank you. I would never harm you.”
“You think a spanking doesn’t hurt?” The beatings Stephan had laid out on her ass had left her in bed for days.
“Some do,” Derrick admitted. “But I wasn’t talking about a serious spanking. I’m sorry if I gave you that impression. I was talking about the sexy kind of spanking.”
Sexy kind? What the hell did he mean?
“Spankings aren’t sexy. Not for me.”