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“You wet for me?” I ask, my gaze on her thighs, the seam of her shorts, the trimmed tuft of hair I can see hiding her most private places.
I like the fact she’s not shaved bare. Different, but simple, like her.
My fingertips ache with need to touch, my mouth to taste. My dick to feel.
Jesus.
I look up at her. “If you don’t want this, don’t want what I’m about to do to you in a few seconds, you have to get out of here.”
Her cheeks are flush, eyes dilated. Her chest is heaving and her nipples tight points almost begging for me to wrap my mouth around them and suck. Hard.
“What are you going to do to me?”
She’s breathless. Hoarse voice that declares her need and desire.
“Mine.” I all but growl like the savage beast I am. “I’m going to make you mine.”
Chapter 20
Teagan
I’d been in bed for hours before I came down to Corbin’s office. After he disappeared behind the door, I tried watching television. Found a silly romantic comedy on Netflix that did nothing to distract me.
When it ended, I went upstairs and took a long, soaking bubble bath. The warmth didn’t relax me. The scent of lavender and chamomile did nothing to calm me. And once I climbed into bed, I was no longer able to distract myself from what I really want.
Corbin Lane.
I want his body and his hands. I want his smiles and his gentle touches. I want his arrogance and playfulness. I want to spend hours sitting in the rocking chair Eleanor used and read while he works on his passion. I want his mornings and his nights.
I wanthim.The man I see when he’s not in front of the cameras. I want his frustration, and most of all, I want to be the one he turns to for comfort on shitty days and bad nights with his mom. I want to be the one with whom he can unleash his anger about his dad, the burning hatred he has for the man whose seed created him and neglected him.
I want everything.
Now, in his office, his “Mine” echoing in my ears, I’m terrified.
I’d given my heart to a man who ended up tossing it to the side when it no longer suited his purposes, and a part of me is worried Corbin will do the same.
The other part, the louder part, is screaming at me to take the risk.
I’ve never been a risk taker, but with Corbin’s intense gaze on me, and the heat pouring off him, it doesn’t seem like much of a risk at all.
I cover his hands on my waist with mine, relaxing in the moment.
I’m already wet for him and he’s seen it. There’s no use hiding it. It has nothing to do with the fact I haven’t had sex in months, but everything to do with the man in front of me.
“What did you have in mind?” I ask, amazed I can sound confident and at ease.
My body is pulled tight like a live wire, electricity buzzing through my veins with desperate need.
“When it comes to you, I’ve had over a hundred different visions of you naked.”
His truth makes me gape at him. And he grins up at me, a sexy smirk I’ve seen on the cover of tabloid magazines in the grocery store checkout aisle, but now I know what’s different about them. When Corbin smiles for the camera, his eyes are blank, a perfunctory smile with no emotion.
There’s emotion in his eyes now. Hot, flaming need, and it’s for me.
Yes.
I lick my lips, opening my mouth to speak, to ask which one he’d like tonight, when he stands, fingertips pressing in just above my hips.
