“You’d know if you have. I can do that for you.” The bulge straining against the front of my jeans is very confident.
Bianca licks her lips. “Prove it.”
“Only if you agree to give me a chance.”
The fire in my veins fizzles as Colton’s negotiation registers. He earns a glare for that. My frustration is beyond sexual at this point.
This fucking guy.
I’m naked, playing with myself, and practically begging for sex. Meanwhile, he’s fully dressed and refusing to give into what we both so obviously need.
This is the same man who has no issue capturing me against my will. He doesn’t think stalking crosses the line. Buying an escape house and filling it with my favorite things doesn’t either. But casual sex? Well, that’s a punishable crime unless I accept the whole package. All in the name of love.
The temperature in this pressure cooker rises to meet his demands. Can I see myself falling for Colton? A glance at his devastatingly sexy face gives me butterflies and I have my answer. But will I actually open myself up to the possibility of love? That’s an entirely different section of the book. The fact that he’s the one pushing for a commitment makes this a fairytale from Neverland.
“You’re a mythical creature,” I muse absently.
His stoic expression doesn’t crack. “If that’s what you need me to be.”
He’s definitely something else. The proof is towering at the end of my bed. Colton’s blue smolder has rarely left me since he walked in. The way he stares at me is such a turn on. Not sure how I didn’t notice sooner, but it’s like I’m the sole purpose for his existence. That’s an intense power to hold over someone. As I watch him watch me, the flames reignite in my belly. A girl could get used to this undivided attention that’s bordering on obsession. I’ve never felt more desirable, which probably reveals something about me.
When Colton chuckles randomly, my vagina clenches very much on purpose. It’s an instinctual response to the rusty melody. Colton rarely laughs, which makes the few he’s given me special. I want to hear it while he calls me a brat and thrusts balls deep. That’s my only excuse for moaning like a horny goat.
“Need something, baby girl?”
And now I’m wetter than a paddock in spring. Why does that name do it for me? He’s creating fantasies left and right and I can’t hold back much longer. My stubborn pride raises her head, stomping a foot at this unbelievable situation.
Rather than give in easily—I’ve already served myself on a damn platter—I snap my legs shut and prop upright on the pillows. “Do men regularly pass up a sure thing?”
“You shouldn’t talk about other men.” His authoritative tone rushes over me in a harsh jolt.
It makes me think of him bending me over a table and spanking my ass until I can’t sit comfortably. I squirm on the mattress. A cool breeze tickles my slick arousal, reminding me how eager my body is for his. And then I recall his resistance to my efforts.
“What do you suggest I do to them?”
His broad build seems to double in size as he radiates fury. “Not a damn thing if you care about their survival.”
“That’s no fun. Maybe I’ll skip straight to the sex. I’m not getting any ‘round here.” Am I goading him? Yes. Do I feel good about it? Yes again.
And Colton doesn’t disappoint. He prowls forward, stopping just short of crawling onto the bed. “Nobody else touches you.”
“Says who?” I wag my finger and cover my nakedness with the blanket. “I’m not agreeing to be anything other than your reluctant roommate, and that’s already a stretch. You’re not getting a chance at more from me until I sample the goods. What if we’re sexually incompatible? That would be—”
“Impossible,” he finishes for me.
“How do you plan on proving that without fucking me senseless?”
Colton gets to work unbuckling his belt. A thrill shoots through me and I sit up straighter. When his jeans are undone and sagging around his hips, I’m propped at crotch-level for an optimal view. He lowers the waistband of his boxers at a pace meant to torture me. Mattress springs squeak when impatience urges me to yank the stretchy material down myself. But then his cock is set free.
And I’m dick-notized at first sight. “Uhhh…”
Yep, I’ve been reduced to a mindless puddle. My jaw drops in the same instant my brain shuts off. A soft whimper slips free asI float on this lusty high. There’s just so much to see. I wipe the drool off my chin and gather enough sense to focus on the most shocking revelation.
“You’re pierced?”
And not just a little bit. Five horizontal posts decorate the underside of his shaft. The embellishments are notched in an even row to climb his entire length like a ribbed texture. That leads my appreciation to a thick loop speared into the center of his flared head. The silver glistens in the dim lighting, demanding my attention. It’s quite an overwhelming display.
Well, damn. Colton is more studded than a leather jacket at a rock concert.
