I slid the rock out and removed the one near her ass as she came down from her high.
“What are you doing? Leaving?” Her voice came out a murmur, like she wasn’t sure what planet she was on but was too groggy to work it out.
“You’re relaxed enough to sleep, and you seem to know I’m not going to torture you in a way you won’t like now.”
“So, you just did all this to change my mind about you?” Her brow furrowed, like she couldn’t understand that I’d do basically anything for her.
I guess I’d have to show her. “You said you were reading about temperature play today, right?”
Her eyes narrowed and then widened as her mouth formed an O.
“When you practice what you read, you get a real good understanding of it, huh?”
“You can’t just do that to me and then leave. We didn’t…You didn’t—" She peered down at my hard cock. It was more than visible under the sweatpants since it practically pulsed to get into her.
I hated that she thought she needed to return the favor, like her getting off from me wasn’t enough. I sighed. “Your list said explore men, Lilah.”
“Okay?” She dragged out the word.
“I slide home into you, you’ll only be exploring one for the rest of your life. I won’t share you.”
“You can’t be serious. You know I’m trying to be casual here. We can’t… We don’t even know each other anymore.”
I dragged my eyes down to her pussy, which was still glistening. “Seems I know you well enough.”
She slammed her legs shut and pulled a sheet tight around her body as she tsked at me. I noted how quickly she built her walls back up. I wasn’t used to exercising much patience with a woman. Normally I could force what I wanted out of most people. It was my job to do so.
Instead, I gathered all the rocks off her nightstand back into my bag, ready to go back to my room.
“I can clean those,” she murmured as she pushed her wavy hair out of her face, attempting to appear like she wasn’t thoroughly satiated.
When she started to sit up, the rope around my control pulled taut. I glared at her. “Move from that bed and I’ll fuck you back down onto it, Little Lamb. I try not to be the wolf around you, but there’s only so much restraint in me.”
“Dante,” she chastised.
I took one small rock that’d been deep inside her and put it in my mouth, sucked the taste off it, and moaned as I stared at her before dropping it back into the bag. “You still taste like I remember. Like you’re mine, Little Lamb. But let’s have some fun. Go back to work. Bring your date over here. See what happens. If you want three weeks of casually crossing things off your list while I’m here, you get them. But I can guarantee you will beg me to be at the end of that list. Your body already wants that.”
Her eyes flared as she tied the sheet around herself and scoffed at me. “You don’t know that, Dante.”
I chuckled. “How many men got you off at that college you went to, huh?” I narrowed my gaze.
Her tits rose and fell faster under the fabric. “This is not a conversation I’m having with you.” She slammed her hand down on the bed, and her anger told me all I needed to know.
“Is the answer zero?” I asked.
“I had fun with lots of guys,” she said, and her hand twitched to fix her hair.
“That’s a lie. Something else happened on that campus, but it wasn’t that.” She froze at my assessment, and the fight left her. Damn, I wanted to pry that information from her, but I knew I couldn’t. I had to back away. “I’m not going to ask what, Lilah. We’ll be good enough friends one day that you’ll tell me. I promise you that.”
Her lips rolled between her teeth, and she glanced away from me. “Yes, well, as this is the start of our friendship, you’ll have to understand that sometimes I need to be free to go out and have fun here, to go through my list.”
That damn stupid list.
I wanted to tear it apart or cross number five off myself.
My jaw worked up and down, and my voice was strained as I said, “You have my number?”
“Of course. We’ll be at a restaurant down the street. I end my shift at nine, so we’ll be back here soon after.”