“I want you to come for me,mo rúnsearc,” I murmur against her skin. “I can’t believe you sat out there and told your friends that you want to read aboutme, but you won’t let me have this with you. You keep denying both of us.”
“Connor,” she chokes out, tipping her forehead against my shoulder.
“Look at me.” Her hazel gaze is on fire as she follows the order. Her jaw drops as I slide two fingers inside her and press the heel of my hand against her clit and work her over, curling those fingers, making her shiver and come undone against me.
“That’s right, give it to me, angel. Don’t you fecking stop.”
Her orgasm is fierce and rattles me to the core.
Ineedto get inside her.
But before I can, she shakes her head and presses on my shoulders, stopping me cold.
“No.” She licks her lips and those pretty eyes fill with tears. “I saidno, Connor. Put me down.”
Immediately, I do as she asks.
“Did I hurt you? Christ, Bumble, I’m so sorr?—”
“I won’t do this with you,” she says, her voice shaking. “No more. No more kisses at dance recitals and family dinners and at the fucking coronation of a king. No more messing with my head, Connor. I’m sure it makes you happy to know that I enjoyed fucking you, that I can’t help myself from responding to you when you touch me, but I’m done letting you use me. You don’t get to do that anymore.”
Before I can reply, she opens the door at her back and marches out of the supply closet, leaving me floundering.
Using her?
I’m not fecking using her. I can’t stay away from her. I crave her. I need her.
“Christ.” I take my glasses off and pinch the bridge of my nose between my finger and thumb.
“I’m sure it makes you happy to know that I enjoyed fucking you, that I can’t help myself from responding to you when you touch me, but I’m done letting you use me. You don’t get to do that anymore.”
That’s where you’re wrong, angel.
We will get to do that and a lot more.
I want you sated.
I want you happy.
I want you to be mine.
