her.
Her clit caught fire, swelling, burning out
of control from no more contact than the back of his hand brushing the hard
point. Her pussy clenched in empty hunger, reminding her that even her
vibrators suddenly lacked the satisfaction she had once found with them.
“Sax, this isn’t smart,” she whispered.
“You know it’s not.”
His head lowered, his lips smoothing over
her forehead as she stared up at him. The warmth, the velvet roughness of the
kiss had her eyes closing and weakness sweeping over her.
“I want you, Marey,” he whispered as his
lips moved along the side of her face to her ear. There, his teeth caught the
sensitive lobe, tugging at it erotically as she shivered, her arms unfolding,
pressing against his hard chest, her fingers curling in the silk of his shirt.
“Yesterday was just a small treat. I want all of you. Hot and wet, moaning
beneath me as I show you just how good we can be together. Wouldn’t you like
that, baby?”
She stood, dazed, pleasure sweeping over
her as he lowered one hand to the curve of her buttock, his fingers shaping the
flesh as his teeth raked her neck.
“Do you remember how good it was? I do.
Buried snug and deep up that sweet ass. I want to bury in your hot little pussy
next. Deep and tight while I feel you milking me, hear your wild little moans
in my ears.”
“You’re not playing fair,” she whispered,
feeling the pleasure streaking through her womb, striking between her thighs
and making her clit swell and throb with arousal.
She was so weak. Too weak.
“I’m not playing,” he whispered a second before
his teeth raked her neck again and his hand clenched the flesh of her rear.
“Not in the least. Remember that, Marey. This isn’t a game, and the next damned
time you refuse to open that door to me, it’s coming down. You can say no if
you don’t want to be touched, but I’ll be damned if I’ll worry if you’re lying
in that house bleeding to death or already dead. Don’t make that mistake
again.”
His voice had her shivering in trepidation.
He was serious. Too serious, and she knew it.
He straightened then, staring down at her
broodingly, his eyes glittering with a sensual hunger and an emotional
intensity that shook her to the tips of her toes.
“Hurry and run,” he said mockingly. “Or you
might not have the chance to get away again. The next time I have you cornered,
I’m going to fuck you until you never dare to run from me again. You won’t be
able to breathe, let alone deny what we both want.”
She blinked in shock. Run.
She moved quickly around him and did just
that. Reluctantly. Straight home, to her room, to her bed, eyes closed and
vibrator running as she fought to ease the craving for Sax’s touch.
Sax breathed out roughly, as she did just
as he suggested—she ran. He was growing tired of this. She was more skittish
now than she had ever been before. And it broke his heart. He could see the
yearning, the pain in her eyes, and wanted nothing more than to ease it. To
love her until the pain vanished and the happiness shone through, as it did
with Ella.
Dammit, he wanted her to choose, and there
lay the bitter truth. He didn’t want to force her to accept him, he didn’t want
to overcome her objections or override her shyness and fears. He wanted her to
come to him. Arrogance? He snorted at that thought. Probably. But she had been
running for so damned long that it was starting to grate on his ego.
“She’ll stop running, Sax.” Ella stepped
from the office she had been meeting Marey in, her voice concerned,
compassionate. “Sometimes she gets stubborn and you just have to let her wear
herself down.”
A smile quirked his lips. Ella had been
defending her friend for months now. That had begun about the same time James
had informed him that Ella had refused to participate in another ménage with
him.
“I’ve waited a long time, Ella,” he
breathed out wearily. “I’m going to get tired of waiting soon.