Jason’s eyes bore into mine, waiting.
I clenched my teeth and swallowed my pride. “Ineedmore.”
The moment the words left my lips, his touch disappeared.
Frustration flared inside me, and without thinking, I lunged, grabbing at him, pulling him back to me. Jason groaned against my mouth, his body pressing hard against mine.
I smirked, reaching between us, my hand brushing against his zipper.
“Such a good boy,” I said, teasing him through his jeans.
His grip on me tightened.
Before I could do anything else, he caught my wrists in one swift motion and spun me around. I gasped as I landed against the back of the couch, my chest pressed into the cushions, my arms pinned behind me.
Heat pooled in my stomach.
“Jason––”
The sound of his belt sliding free from his jeans sent a shiver through me. His movements were slow, deliberate, letting me feel the leather as it brushed against my wrists.
I wiggled against him in a final act of defiance before his hand came down on my ass.
I bit my lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a sound.
Jason’s fingers tangled in my hair, tugging just enough to force my head back. “Are you a horny little brat?” he drawled. I kept quiet until he yanked my hair again and demanded that I answer him.
I clenched my jaw, breathing hard, still unwilling to give in.
His hold tightened, and his voice dropped lower. “I asked you a question.”
“Yes,” I gritted.
“Yes,what?”
I squeezed my eyes shut, hatingthe thrill that ran through me the harsher he was.
“I’m a horny little brat,” I admitted, breathless and with a hint of sarcasm.
Jason chuckled, clearly pleased, and let go of my hair.
Then, just as quickly, he pulled me upright, spinning me to face him.
I stared at him in confusion, still feeling the heat from where his hands had been. My body ached for more, but he only studied me, his smirk creeping back.
“Do you want to come?” he asked.
My heart pounded. He was letting me choose.
I hesitated, suddenly aware that whatever I said next would dictate how my night went. I could easily go back to sitting on the floor, commiserating with the dust bunnies I forgot to vacuum under the couch.Or, I could suspend my anger and have an orgasm.
My body answered before my mind could catch up, and I nodded.
THIRTY-FOUR
My heart flutteredin my chest as I waited for his next move. His fingers traced the side of my face. My breath hitched as his thumb brushed over my bottom lip, lingering there, and it took all my self-restraint not to let each of his fingers fall in between my lips and prove I was ready.
“You’re trembling,” he murmured.
