God. No man should look or sound that desperate to pleasure a woman. It can give anyone a complex, especially when paired with Cal licking his lips.
A single plea has my walls crumbling like a poorly constructed gingerbread house.
What’s the worst that can happen?
If you’re asking yourself that question, then you’re further gone than I thought.
I shake my head. “No.”
It’s for the best. I didn’t spend the last two months keeping him at a distance to ruin it because I’m desperate for relief.
You’re not desperate for relief.
You’re desperate forhim.
The truth hits me like a punch to the gut, stealing my breath.
His grip on the doorframe tightens. “I’ll beg on my hands and knees if I have to.”
“Fine. Go ahead.” I release my grip on the door and take a step back.
You’re going to regret this tomorrow.
Then I better make the most of tonight.
He doesn’t move—doesn’t even so much as blink—as I retreat farther into my room, adding enough distance to make his begging worth my while.
“Are you going to get on your knees and beg, or are you going to stand there and watch while I make myself come harder than you ever could?”
His nostrils flare. “Is that a dare?”
A devious grin stretches across my face. “It’s a promise.”
Something snaps inside of Cal. It’s evident in the way his gaze shifts, the wildness he keeps tamped down coming to the forefront. My body vibrates from anticipation as he shuts the door behind him and flips the lock.
“Where do you want me?” He takes a step closer to me.
“Plenty of places, but on your knees is good enough for now.”
His Adam’s apple bobs as his knees sink into the fabric of the carpet. I feel light-headed from the sight of him ready to follow my every command.
“Perfect. Now just stay there and look pretty for me.”
He smirks. “That’s all?”
I search the sheets for my vibrator before hopping on the bed and facing him.
“What are you doing?” His brows knit together.
“I said you could beg. Not that you could be the one to make me come.”
His mouth drops open, but no words come out.
I turn on the device. The hum, combined with his stare, sends a fresh wave of goose bumps across my skin.
I swallow past the thick lump in my throat. “If you touch me, all of this is over. Got it?”
His fingers dig into his thighs, drawing my eyes toward the growing erection beneath his sweatpants. “Are you trying to avoid any physical contact because you think that will protect you from what’s happening between us?”