My eyes narrow. “I didn’t say that.”
But you sure thought it.
Maldita sea.
“You didn’t have to. But that’s fine because I’ll just have you do my dirty work for me. Now take off your shirt and spread your legs for me.”
“You’re not the one in control here.” The words come out shaky, lacking any confidence from before.
“Oh, babe. I’ve been in control since the moment you let me inside this room. I just like watching you get high on your power trip.”
My breath catches in my throat.
“You want me to beg?” Cal places his hands on the carpet and gets on all fours. “You want me to crawl to you like a man starved for your pussy?” He does just that, the invisible string between us going taut as he gets closer. “Because I want to taste you so damn badly, I might die if I don’t get a chance tonight.”
He closes the gap between us and stops in front of me, his eyes glittering with mischief as he rises on his knees. With his height and the position of the mattress, he gets a perfect view of the place that throbs for his attention.
His tongue darts out to trace the curve of his bottom lip.
Sparks skate down my spine. My lower half pulses and liquid pools between my legs. “It’s your funeral.”
“Then I might as well enjoy my last meal.” His gaze darkens as it lands on the apex of my thighs.
“And how do you plan on doing that without touching me?”
“Why ruin the surprise?” He flashes me that signature smile of his that gets my heart pumping wildly in my chest.
“But—”
“Shirt off and legs spread apart or else all of this is over. Got it?” He throws my words back at me.
I swear he remembers every single thing I say solely so he can use it against me at the most inconvenient time.
“Got it.” I rip the shirt off my head and push my thighs apart, wiping the stupid grin off his face. He groans as his hands grip the mattress on either side of my thighs.
The sensual woman who lay dormant inside of me rises to the surface, fueled by the lust in his gaze and the pulsing sensation at my core. Maybe I am on a power trip because nothing feels better than making a man like him wild with need.
I reach for the silicon tool. One end tilts up, while the other is curved and meant for G-spot stimulation.
“What’s that?” Cal’s voice trembles, eliciting a shiver from me.
I hold it up for him to see.
He stands to get a better look, encroaching on my space and flooding my nose with his addicting smell. “That one is new.”
“The last one broke.”
His eyes narrow. “How?”
“It was well-loved.” I do a quick sign of the cross in mock remembrance.
“Withhim?”The lethal tone of his voice makes my stomach clench.
“No, you possessive asshole. By myself.”
The tightness in his jaw fades away. “Good. Now get in the middle of the bed and show me what you usually do to get off.”
I do what he says. He climbs up on to the mattress, making the butterflies in my stomach swarm. My body dips closer to him from his added weight, but he is careful to avoid touching me. Instead, he lies beside me, leaving a small gap between our bodies.