I pushed to my tiptoes and nipped at his neck. He tensed and drew in a breath.
Oh yeah, he wanted me. I was in control. I had power over him. My blood rushed through me, pulsing with energy. I gripped his pecs as I kissed the skin right behind his ear.
But he still wasn’t touching me.
Smoothing my hands down the front of him, I reached for his buckle.
And then he touched me. But it wasn’t how I wanted him to. He stayed my hand with a firm grip to my wrist. What was he doing?
“I can make you feel so good,” I whispered against his neck. “You want that, right? Want me?”
His eyelids slid shut as his free hand slid around my waist, pulling me even closer to him. He felt amazing. It’d been a while since I’d been with someone. That was his fault, too. He’d ruined it for others, and I hadn’t even kissed him. He’d asked to kiss me so many times, asked why I wouldn’t, but…that made me want to break my rule even more.
And I’d never broken it.Ever. I kissed who I wanted. When I wanted. A control I’d never had for over six years. I wasn’t going to waste it on just anyone.
And Drey was proving to be someone I wanted to kiss. To fully taste while we made love. My body warmed at the thought, and I went to move my hand again, but he held tight.
“Let me…I can make you feel so good.”
“I don’t doubt that,” Drey said, his voice strained. “You’re not making this very easy for me.”
I sucked his neck hard, then licked the skin.
“Look at me,” he said.
No. No. No. Why’d he have to ask that? I couldn’t look at him. Not—
“Sarah. Look at me, please.”
But then I’d kiss him on the mouth. I knew it. I’d fold beneath those amber eyes. He’d get a piece of me I couldn’t give—no—I didn’t want to give.
I knew I could trust him. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. He was a great guy. Nothing like the men I knew back in the slave days. But I’d ruin him. Tarnish him. I could be putting him in danger if I let myself be with him.
But I looked at him anyway, and his eyes were as devastating as I’d expected them to be. More so.
Heat stormed down my chest and pooled at my core. His hands cupped my face, and he tilted it up. His eyes landed solidly on my mouth. “Let’s slow down.”
“But you want this. You—”
“Hell, yeah I want this…but.”
He doesn’t want me.“I can make you feel good. Let me—”
“Sarah. No.” His thumb skimmed the skin beneath my eye. “I want to kiss you so bad.”
I held my breath, but he didn’t move.
“But not until you’re ready.”
“You…don’t want me? But—”
He turned us around until I was against the door. “Wanting you is definitelynotthe problem here,” he leaned in to me, and I almost whimpered. “But this is not happening right now.”
“I thought you wanted…You didn’t come up here for sex?”
“No, Sarah.” He rested his forehead against mine and drew in a long, deep breath. “I want way more than sex with you.”
I did, too. It was like he controlled me or something. Usually it was the other way around. I always used my seduction bit to get my way. To get what I needed. It’d saved my ass more than once. But with Drey it wasn’t working.