I shift my weight back and forth, expecting him to dismiss me. At this point, he’s going to have to put his hands on me to get me to leave. I don’t want to go back to his apartment alone. He can fuck me up if he wants. Yell at me. Toss me out. I really don’t care.
Other than Jakey, Cain’s the first person whose touch hasn’t made my insides shrivel up, and I have to wonder why that is. I want to test this out. Push both of our limits. Because Cain has limits, too. Internal defenses that want to keep me away.
Cain leans back in his chair, his focus solely on me now. “What do you need, Ezra?”
God, those words trigger my heart into a chaotic rhythm. Hot blood shoots through my veins, directed straight to my cock. WhatdoI need?
I brace against the doorframe, my breaths falling short. I shake my head. “I don’t know. I’m all riled up with no good way to chill the fuck out.”
He hooks a finger in his tie to loosen it. The little action, though not meant to be sexual, has my body taking notice. Vexed Cain, with his dark hair and dark eyes, dressed to kill in his black suit, is a vision of beauty.
Fantasies run rampant in my head. I imagine him stalking over here to pin me against the wall. Maybe he would scoop me up into his arms. Press his solid body against me. Ease my boxers down and sink his hard cock—
“Ezra.” Cain growls.
I become starkly aware of my erection, but I don’t cover it up. No point when it's already pushing against the fabric of his clothes I borrowed.
“I can’t help it,” I whine. “I’m lonely and all horned up. And if I keep touching shit in your apartment, I guarantee I’m gonna break something.”
A spark of amusement cuts through his frigid mask. “Horned up?”
I nod innocently, aching to grip my cock and stroke it. Give him a show. See if I can tempt him into action. Iknowhe looks at me. It’s why I didn’t back down from kissing him the other night.
I’ve never been this way with anyone, but Cain doesn’t frighten me. Something in my fucked up brain likes his aggression. I like that he doesn’t hide his rough edges.
Is it my personality that turns him off? I know I’m a lot. A collection of jagged, mismatched parts and pieces.
Scrounging up my confidence and the flagging need for him to hurt me, I move around his desk. He watches my every move, his tongue slipping out to swipe over his bottom lip.
“Ezra,” he warns, but his tone has dipped into something low and rumbly and sensual. His dark gaze caresses me, urging me to climb onto his lap. I slide my hands around his neck as my pulse throbs beneath my skin.
I know I’m playing a dangerous game, but I fucking get off on it. Is that what this is? Another way to satisfy my addiction to adrenaline?
To my frustration, Cain doesn’t touch me back. Doesn’t move me. Just stares into me with those soulful eyes, burrowing deep in search of my truths.
“Please don’t turn me away again,” I beg, sucking at my lip ring. My courage wavers, despite my knees sliding deeper into the chair. My dick grows painfully hard.
Just when I think it’s clear that he’s not into this, Cain rests his palms on my thighs. He grips them tightly. His voice is a rumbled whisper. “Is this how I need to touch you?”
Breathless, I nod, and we both watch his hands as they graze up my thighs to wrap around my hips.
“This should not be happening,” Cain murmurs, but he makes no move to release me.
Braving rejection, I lean forward to rest my forehead against his collarbone. “Can’t help it. You’re just so… ugh.”
He chuckles. “Ugh?”
“Yeah. Ugh. Sexy. Commanding. Vicious. Can you be rough with me? Please,” I plead. “Either that, or I’ll have to take a blunt object to your mirrors.”
“What the fuck.” But Cain lets out another low laugh. “Are you threatening vandalism to get me to hurt you?”
I swallow, fighting that chaotic energy heaving inside of me. This was a piss poor idea, but I couldn’t stand to be left to my own devices for another second.
My fingers curl into the fabric of his dress shirt. “I just need…”
He shifts my body, tilting my hips to press my cock against his own hard length beneath his slacks.
“Oh, God.” I jerk upright to take in his expression. Lust-filled, warm eyes stare back at me as his hands clench me tight enough to bruise.
