Perfectly arched eyebrows rose over amused, hard eyes. “No? Would you like me to edge you instead?”
My brow furrowed.Edge?
He pressed another kiss on my cheek. These kisses were so gentle, they contradicted the man he was. The man he wanted to present to me. I didn’t respond.
“Edging,” he said. “My sweet little innocent. It means I would bring you to the brink and not let you come.”
My eyes widened. For some stupid reason, that sounded worse than anything he could do to me.
I tried to slide out from under him, but he pressed his lower body down against my spread legs, letting me feel his erection.
My eyes fluttered shut.
He rocked his hips against me once more.
“Stop,” I said. “S-stop.”
The first one was said strongly enough. The second protest… I wasn’t really sure if it was one.
He did it again, and tremors ran through the small of my back. I bit my bottom lip.
“Are you wet for me?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“Liar,” he taunted, his hands drifting down my waist, under my shirt, and onto my bare skin.
His palms were like molten hot lava. Goose bumps rose across my skin, causing a small shiver to come out.
I caught the tail end of his grin right before he buried his face into my neck. I gasped as he suckled the skin there, and a gush of arousal spurted out of me.
I should have fought him.
I didn’t want this—did I?
I belonged to them. They’d said it time and time again.
They intended to share me.
I should be disgusted. My skin should crawl from letting this mean man touch me.
But my reaction was far from disgust, and tears stung my eyes when he palmed my breasts fully in both hands—not because I didn’t want it, but because I was brimming with anticipation, wanting to see where this went next.
It was harder and harder for me to distinguish the man from New Orleans from this monster in Chicago. Fuck, but why was it so hard?
“Open your eyes and look at me,” he said, and though his tone was soft, the command was unmistakable.
I opened my eyes without thinking, staring into the bottomless depth as he plucked at my nipples until they hardened to little nubs.
Arousal moved through me sharply, and I could feel wetness soaking the fabric of my panties.
I gasped as he pushed against me once more, and I wondered if he could possibly make me come from this alone.
“P-please,” I begged him. At this point, I didn’t know if I was begging him to stop or continue.
“Shh,” he said, pinching my nipple harshly.
I squirmed a little beneath him, and as if that was what pushed him to the brink, he pushed my shirt up until it rested on my collarbone.
