Right?
“Well, you never asked me what I wanted. You just decided you know what’s best. That’s a bad habit of yours.” She shook her head. “Another one to add to the list.”
“The list?” He stepped closer, pressing into her. He waited to see if she’d show any fear. “You have a list, girl?”
“No. But I’m going to make one.”
Grasping her chin, he tilted her face back. Then his gaze caught a glint of something in her eyes.
Fear?
Only a week had passed since she’d been attacked. He probably shouldn’t be treating her like this.
Go slow. Gentle.
Fuck.
He stepped back, dropping his hand from her chin. He was mad at himself for frightening her.
He really had no business around her.
“Why do you keep moving away from me?” she asked. “You had no problem being close while we were dancing.”
That had been a kind of torture. A definite test of his control. Holding her gorgeous body while she moved against him with sinful rolls of her hips.
Yep, he’d been close to exploding when he’d suggested a break. There was only so much a man could take.
“I don’t want to scare you.”
She looked puzzled. “I’m not scared of you.”
“You were attacked a week ago. When I leaned over you, I saw something that looked like fear in your face.”
“Oh.” She bit at her lip. “I’m not . . . I don’t think that was fear exactly. I’m not afraid of you.”
She had terrible instincts, then. Because she shouldn’t trust him. He wasn’t a good person. Not that he’d hurt her.
Would she freak if he got a bit rough?
He moved closer, resting his hands against the wall just above her head. He watched her. But all he could see in her face was heat.
He glanced down at her shimmery dress. It was hard to tell, but he wondered if her nipples were hard.
“You like this?”
“Yes,” she told him. “I like this.”
“Are your nipples hard?”
Her eyes widened as she stared up at him.
“When I ask a question, I expect an answer.”
He waited for her to protest. To tell him off for being demanding and arrogant. But her eyes were slightly dazed.
Hmm. Maybe she liked that.
Go easy, though.