“Yes,” she moans, swiveling her hips.
Every primal instinct in my body screams at me to fuck her hard. I twist, pinning her under me, and find control. She eyes m
e hungrily, licking her lips.
“Nice try.” I slide out of her.
“You can’t be serious right now.”
“Baby, if that’s your way of getting me to cave, you failed. That is one of the many reasons I’m not letting you go.”
Her expression changes, the heat from seconds ago turning to frustration. “Mathis, this is becoming too much. I’m not going to leave, I promise. You can trust me.” She throws my words from earlier back at me.
“Stop fighting me on this and let me do it my way.”
“I’m not sure you’ve given me a choice.”
“Do you love me, Claire?”
She chews on her bottom lip, eyes darting around the room. I wait patiently, knowing I’ve put her on the spot and backed her into a corner. What she doesn’t know is that, as soon as I hear the words from her mouth, this holdout is over.
When her eyes meet mine, they are filled with fear as she gives a small nod. “You know I do,” she barely whispers.
“Give this to me. I’ve made too many mistakes to count. At some point soon, I’m going to have to release you, but for now, the handcuffs are more for me. It’s not about you taking off; it’s about having you close at all times.”
The fight leaves her, and she relaxes under me. “Okay, I’ll stop fighting. But I have one condition.”
I grin, knowing without her saying it. “Sex?”
“Yes, sex.”
“All in due time.”
“Why is it you get to make that decision? Aren’t guys supposed to be programmed to have sex on the brain like twenty hours a day?”
I chuckle, shaking my head. “In all my studies and years as a doctor, I’ve never come across that fact.”
“Urban myth?”
“Not sure, but I’ll tell you a little secret. For me, with you, I want you all the time. Twenty-four hours a day isn’t enough.” I thrust up, rubbing against her to prove my point.
“You’re a talking contradiction.”
“That’s why we’re getting out of this bed. No more temptation.”
“Where are we going?”
“It’s going to be warm today. Thought we’d head down to the beach.”
“I don’t have a bathing suit.”
“Yes, you do. I grabbed one from your apartment.”
“Which one?”
“My favorite one.” I wink and roll, bringing her with me to the side of the bed. “But, first, we need to shower. I currently have cum drying on my stomach.”
Her eyes flare and she drops her eyes. “That’s hot.”