He shakes his head, a small smile playing on his lips.
“Then let me go, Spade. I’m not going to beg you to fuck me.”
His smile grows wider. “You will beg, but that’s not what this is about.”
“You egotistical asshole.” He captures my wrist before I can slap him across the face.
He’s not exactly disinterested, gauging by the thickness still pressing against the apex of my thighs.
“I want to spend more time with you.”
“And here I am, practically naked and you want to talk.”
His hands cup my jaw. “There will be plenty of fucking, Sylvie. Don’t doubt it, but I’m saying I want more.”
I shake my head, wondering how crazy I’d look if I pinched myself in front of him. Many of the fantasies I’ve had of him start this way, but they never end with me smiling.
“You’re all I fucking think about.” He presses his finger to my lips when I open my mouth to speak. “And not just about getting you naked and making you beg for my cock either. I think of holding you, arguing with you, waking up with you in my arms. I’m not fucking running anymore, Sylvie. I want you in my life, in my bed.”
“I never wanted that,” I confess.
I wasn’t just putting on a front with Faith before she settled down with Legend. I wanted fun and freedom.
Wanted being the key word. Things have changed for me because of him.
He nods his head, misunderstanding what I’m saying.
“No,” I tell him when he tries to move me off his lap. “I didn’t want any of those things until you stayed here with me after Telluride.”
“What are you saying?” His eyes search mine.
“What are you saying?” I counter because I’ll be damned if I make a fool of myself right now.
“I want you.”
I shake my head. “Do better.”
“I need you.”
“That’s getting closer.”
His eyes lock on mine, his fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of my neck.
“I love you.”
“Yeah?” I manage, a sob threatening to bubble out of my throat.
He nods. “What do you have to say about that?”
“I want you to stay the night.”
His brows crease.
“I need you to reach that spot in the middle of my back in the shower.”
He gnaws on the corner of his lip to keep from smiling.
“Keep going,” he urges when I grow quiet.