I frowned and uncapped a bottle. I was about to bring it to my lips when he took it from my hand.
“Answer me.”
“Yes. Yes, I was jealous.” I went to take the bottle back, but he pulled it out of reach.
“What is it that you want from me?”
I pulled my eyes from his, refusing to answer.
He poured the bottle into his mouth and tossed it aside.
“Do you want me to kiss you?” he asked, stepping up to me. Without hesitating, he leaned in so close that he could’ve kissed me, but he didn’t. Instead, he kept his lips only an inch from mine.
My heart started to pound in my chest.
“Yes,” I whispered breathlessly. “I-I want you to be the guy I used to know. I miss that guy. I-I want you to stop playing games with me.”
Ever so slowly, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth. I instantly melted and had to place my palm against his chest to keep my balance.
“Do you want me to touch you?” he whispered, trailing the tip of his nose up my jaw.
“Yes,” I breathed, and once I had, he put his hand on the small of my back, pulling me against him.
“Do you want me to make you mine?” he whispered in my ear.
My throat became tight, but I managed a weak, “Yes.”
He laced his fingers into my hair at the base of my skull, and he yanked my head back. It was rough, but it set every inch of me on fire.
“Do you know what it means to be mine?”
I stared into his darkening eyes, unable to speak.
“You’ve gone all this time, protecting that side of yourself from everyone, and now you’re just willing to give it to me?”
“I would’ve given it to you years ago,” I confessed softly.
He jerked me toward him, and our lips crashed together. His tongue plunged into my mouth, dancing and twisting with mine. The kiss was hard and fast, but deep and full of need on both sides. I could feel how much he needed me, how much he wanted me. I didn’t know what was different, but I knew something was. The last time we’d kissed didn’t feel anything like this kiss.
He jerked the towel away from my body and picked me up against him in one swift motion. The last bottle fell from my hand as I wound my arms around his neck. His hands traveled up my thighs that were around his hips, and he squeezed my ass before carrying me to his room.
His mouth never left mine as he turned and held my back to the door. I could feel his hardness pressing against my center, and my hips moved forward and back to get the sweet friction I needed. The moment I did that, he broke our kiss. His eyes found mine.
“How far have you gone?”
“I…” My voice was shaky, full of excitement, fear, and need. “Not far,” I confessed.
“You’ve had your fingers here and my fingers here,” he said as his hand traveled between my thighs. “But have you had anything else here?” He trailed them between my folds, making my hips jerk the moment he grazed my clit. “Not even to tease you?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Nothing?” he husked out. “You’ve never used anything? Not even a toy?”
I shook my head. “No. Never.”
He smirked. “Good fucking girl.”
He placed me on my feet and then took a step back. His hands moved to the button on his pants. “I want you to do everything I say. Understand?”
