Page 29 of Shiver

I brought one of my hands off the wall and gently stroked down his jaw. “So you like to follow the rules?” He trembled, and I could tell he knew what I was asking, and when he nodded, it was all I could do not to crush my mouth down on top of his. But no, that would come later, when he was begging me for it. “I like that. It’s why you’re perfect for me.”

Jesse’s lips parted, and I traced his lower one with my index finger. “You have the face of an angel but respond to orders from the devil. That’s a potent combination, Jesse.”

I trailed my finger down his chin, and then took one side of his bow tie between my fingers. As I went to tug on it, Jesse brought a hand up and took hold of my wrist. My eyes went directly to his and locked on, and as if he realized what he’d just done, he let go.

“You, uhh…won’t hurt me. Right? This isn’t going to hurt.”

I tilted my head to the side, and decided I’d allow him this one misstep—this time. Plus, his question merely added fuel to the fire currently racing through my veins, because as aroused as Jesse was—and he was aroused; the proof was obvious behind the zipper of his black pants—he was also slightly terrified.

“No,” I said, and tugged on the bow tie, loosening it then pulling it free. “Not tonight. I’ll push you. I might even scare you a little,” I told him, and dropped the tie on the floor. “I’ll make you question yourself over and over…but Jesse?” I put my hand back on the wall, caging him in. And then I bent my head to brush my lips along his jaw.

“Yes?”

“I’m going to make you feel so fucking alive, you’ll keep coming back for more.” I slipped a leg between his and shifted my body so my thigh pressed against his erection, and when he brought his hands up as if he were about to touch me, I told him, “No touching from you tonight. Put your palms on the wall.”

He hesitated for all of a second, and then lowered them to his sides.

“Very good. Now, I need you to think of a safe word.”

“What’s a safe word?”

“If you ever want anything between us to stop, if I ever go too far with you, then you say that word and I’ll stop, no questions asked.”

“Okay… So I just pick any word?”

“Anything you’ll remember.”

He thought about it, and then said, “Triceratops.”

My mouth twitched as I fought back a grin. “Triceratops?”

“Yeah, you know. He’s an herbivore, so he’s like a safe dinosaur, and you said safe word, so…” Doubt filled his blue eyes. “Is that not okay?”

“It’s perfect,” I said, tracing that full mouth with my thumb. “And now I want to hear you say the words. You have to tell me you will be mine.” I paused and moved my leg a little higher, increasing the pressure on the hard cock I couldn’t wait to make my own.

Jesse’s eyes shut, but, like a good little lamb, he kept his hands firmly on the wall as though glued in place.

“Tell me, Jesse,” I said, and he rolled his hips forward, rubbing himself against my thigh. “Tell me what I want to hear.”

“Yes,” he said. His eyes flicked open and his hot gaze collided with mine. “I want to be yours.”

I bared my teeth in a smile that was both triumphant and savage, knowing how fucked up I was for what I was doing, but unable to stop what had now begun.

The little lamb was mine now, and really, I had warned him. He should be afraid of the big, bad Wolfe.

I knew it was wrong to be back here, somewhere off-limits and with a man who not only felt dangerous, but had admitted to it himself. But it was an intoxicating rush to be trapped by Salvatore, and though I knew I could break free if I wanted to, the thought of leaving was unfathomable. With his body pressed against mine and the feel of his erection rubbing against my thigh, there was nowhere else I would rather be—especially not with my own dick painfully throbbing and in need of release.

I wanted to touch him, slip my hands underneath his jacket and run my fingers over what I knew would be sculpted marble under my hands. But Salvatore was fully in control, and he’d demanded my hands stay flat against the wall, so while it took every ounce of my restraint, I kept them there. Even as his head angled toward mine and I felt him press a kiss at the pulse point beneath my ear. Even when his lips moved higher, grazing my jaw, and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.


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