“Oh, I’m sure all the others did too,” I shot back. “The only way I’m getting off is with a vibrator pressed so hard against my clit it hurts.”
Sasha’s head cocked to the side, a determined glint entering his eyes before his nose brushed along the side of mine. “I know you didn’t just issue me a challenge. Have you forgotten that I’m a competitor? That my job requires a level of unmatched focus?If I say I’m going to make you come, I’m not leaving this house until I do.”
Sighing, I argued with our lips a breath apart, “I’m telling you that I know my body, and it’s simply not possible. Sorry to bruise your sensitive male ego.”
The cocky bastard refused to back down. “It’s not ego, Gemma. It’s fact. Never in my life have I let a woman leave my bed—or hers—unsatisfied.”
“That’s what you think,” I retorted.
“Excuse me?” He reared back.
“Don’t feel too bad. Women have become experts at faking orgasms.”
“F-faking?” Sasha huffed out. “Oh, baby, there’s been no faking.”
When I rolled my eyes, his free hand gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze as he said the following words. “Maybe a lesser man can’t tell the difference, but when a pussy clamps down so hard around your cock it feels like it might cut off circulation, little doubt remains.”
Before I could formulate a response—my brain misfiring at the mental picture he painted—soft, warm lips pressed to the side of my jaw, working a path down my neck. When I couldn’t help but shift my hips, my core pressed right against that solid thigh jammed between them.
My moan couldn’t be stopped; the throbbing need he stirred within me, unlike anything I’d ever felt before, became impossible to ignore.
Sasha’s chuckle buzzed against my skin.
Smug bastard.
“It works best if you grind down, sweetheart. Rub that sweet clit over me until you soak through your panties and onto my pants.”
Head dropping back against the door with a thud, I panted, “First date. Too soon.”
“Is that how you see tonight?” When I didn’t grind on his thigh as instructed, he pulled my hips down onto it, rocking me over the firm muscle. My breathing hitched as he continued, “Honey, we’ve been dancing around this for over a month.”
A whimper caught in my throat when he licked a path up the side of my neck before tugging on an earlobe with his teeth.
“And I think we can both agree you’re too curious to find out if I can make good on my promise to make you come, to take you where no other man has before.”
Fire surged in my veins. Sasha had already proven he could illicit a response from my body, the likes of which no man had ever succeeded in doing before.
But it was because of that reaction that I was scared. If I let him show me what it was supposed to be like between a man and a woman, I feared I would want more, and I’d already decided to make a clean break before he could get even more attached.
Mind hazy, trying to think of any excuse not to let him come inside and ravish me—because that’s basically what he’d declared he was going to do—I was grasping at straws when I blurted, “I didn’t shave.”
There was a beat of silence. When I felt Sasha pull back, I dared to open my eyes.
He had the most infuriating smirk on his gorgeous face.
I didn’t know why, but I felt the need to drive the point home by clarifying with a dip of my chin. “Down there.”
The barking laughter that sounded had me gaping at the giant still pressing me against my front door.
What the fuck was so funny?
He shook his head, amusement lacing his tone. “Now I know you were telling the truth about not being taken care of the way you deserve.” Face coming closer, his chest rumbled as his voicegrew deeper. “That might be a dealbreaker for the boys you’ve been with, but I’m a grown man. A little pussy hair isn’t going to scare me away.”
Oh. My. God.
My body screamed at my brain to shut the hell up when it forced my lips to form the words, “It’s important to me.”
“Fine. I’ll shave you myself.”
