“Then why—”
“You know why.”
She wants to deny my words, play innocent. She even opens her mouth to say something but then closes it. Tension is still coiled inside her—tension I will relieve.
But not yet.
“You’re still resisting, Skye,” I say. “If you weren’t so determined to be in control, you could have come three times by now.”
“Why?” she asks.
“I’ve already answered that. You know why.”
She shakes her head. “No. I mean, why do you need me to give you control?”
“I don’t need it.”
Her eyes widen. “You don’t?”
“That’s what you asked. You asked why I need it, and the truth is, I don’t.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t understand.”
“I don’t need it. I want it.”
“Why, then? Why do you want it?”
Why? I’ve never thought about why. It’s what I like in the bedroom. It’s what I’ve always liked in the bedroom, and I see no reason not to have what I want, as long as my partner is willing.
“Does there have to be a reason?” I finally say.
“Yeah, there does,” she says. “How am I supposed to understand if there isn’t a reason?”
“Still trying to stay in control, aren’t you?”
She sits up. “Just because I want answers—”
“Means you’re not giving up control.”
“You said if I gave up control, you’d show me pleasure like I’ve never known. Then you deny me a climax. That’s not showing me pleasure, Braden.”
“True, but there’s still an element missing to that agreement.”
“What’s that?”
I trail a finger over her cheek, a gesture so pure that it’s almost loving. I find it freeing. And disorienting. “You haven’t given up control.”
“But you want me in your bed, Braden. You’ve said that from the beginning.”
“I don’t deny it.”
“Why not take me as I am?”
“Because you and I will both like it better my way.”
“What makes you so certain?” she asks.
I slide my finger over her lower lip, my cock about ready to burst. “I see it in your eyes. You’re a beautiful woman, Skye, but you’re the most beautiful when you let go and surrender to your body.?