"Lots of sex?"
I moved my hands to the counter, but she kept her hands on me. I leaned in close so that our lips were only a few inches away. "Tons of sex."
She gulped.
"So what kind of stuff are you into? Because you are not as innocent as you're pretending to be."
"I don't..." She took a deep breath. "I'm not..."
"That kinky, huh? You like unspeakable things? You know, I'm still trying to decide what I'm going to do with you."
She gulped again. I had already won her over. Now I wanted her to beg me. I wanted her naked and on her knees, begging for my cock.
"I was starting to think that you were a good guy."
"I'm not." I raised my eyebrow. "And I don't think you want me to be."
A small groan escaped from her lips.
"Here's what's going to happen, Bee. First you're going to finish getting out of that dress. Keep the heels on. Then you're going to lie down in the middle of your bed and raise your arms above your head. I'm going to tie your hands to your bed post. And then I'm going to fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked." My erection was tugging at my pants just thinking about it.
Bee bit her lip as she looked up at me. She shook her head.
What? Girls never said no to me. "Do you need me to repeat myself?"
"No, I heard you. Do you want some tea?" She ducked under my arm.
"What? No." I didn't like this dancing around game. I had put in the necessary time. I had come up here so I could finally fuck her and that's what I was going to do.
Chapter 43
Bee
I zipped my dress back up and opened the fridge. My whole body felt overheated. I leaned in to let the cool air hit my face as I tried to stop panting. I had almost lost all my resolve. God, he was so sexy. I looked over my shoulder at him and then quickly turned back to the fridge. The way his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his perfectly sculpted torso, made it hard for me to focus.
I wanted to sleep with him. Badly. How could I not? He was handsome, and quick tongued, and said all the right things to make me feel alive down there. But he had just admitted that he wasn't a good guy. I wasn't sure if the past week had just been a lie or a game to him, but I didn't want us to become a one night thing. It wasn't just crazy attraction. I was really starting to like him. I just needed more time. I wanted to get to know him. I wasn't ready to say goodbye yet.
I shook my head and grabbed two beers from the fridge. "How about a beer then?
He eyed me suspiciously. I popped the tops off and handed him one.
"Okay, we'll do it your way then." He took a long, slow si
p of the beer while he walked over to my bed. He kicked his shoes off and slid under the covers.
"What are you doing?" I wasn't sure how many times I was going to have to ask him that question.
"You wanted to talk. Let's talk." He patted the bed beside him. He took another sip of his beer and put his arm behind his head.
I looked back at the kitchen chairs. It would look ridiculous if I pulled one up next to him. I could control myself. Couldn't I? Besides, the apartment was cold. It would be nice to have the warmth of the covers. Or his arms. Damn it, get a grip! I took a deep breath and walked around to the other side of the bed. I quickly took off my heels and climbed into the bed, keeping my distance.
"So, Bee, what is it exactly that you wanted to talk about?"
I sat cross legged and took a sip of beer. I tried to keep my eyes on his face, because his six pack was too distracting. He looked so comfortable in my bed. "I just feel like I still don't know you."
He frowned slightly. "You're shivering, Bee."
"What?" The apartment was cold. But I was also excited and nervous. The way he was looking at me made goose bumps rise on my skin.