Page 53 of Under His Watch

“Then show me.” I turned to straddle him, biting my lip at the pressure of his dick between my legs. “Show me that I’m not alone. That you want me too.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but instead, he kissed me hard. For several long, torrid moments of his lips pressing against mine, I wondered if it was finally happening, that since I tried to speak with him directly, it opened the floodgates of truth. That he’d show me now how he desired me.

Or not.

His hands remained on the edge of the hot tub. His tongue dueled with mine, but only after I gestured that I wanted more. While he kissed me back and didn’t stop me from grinding against his erection trapped in his shorts, he didn’t seem like an eager or active participant.

“Romeo.” I huffed, peeved and frustrated. “I don’t understand. You say you want me, but you don’t act like it.”

He thrust his hips up. “I don’t?”

I refused to be mocked. “You won’t touch me. Or act… interested.”

“I am, Tess. I am. But…” He looked away.

I framed his face until his eyes were locked on mine again. “But what? Tell me. You know I don’t have experience. Explain to me why I should believe you when you say you’re interested but act so… passive.”

“I’m not a good man, Tess.”

I rolled my eyes. “You are. To me. And that’s all that matters.” Yes, he killed people, but I was starting to understand that those murders were a matter of the ends justifying the means.

“I am a bad man.”

I never hated my mother more. She called him that, and while I refused to think that was the first time he’d faced that criticism or judgment, it hit deep, somehow.

“And I am a hard man.”

I furrowed my brow at him, trying to understand what that meant.

“I already explained that I prefer to have control. To be in control.”

I dropped my arm. “Then take it.”

“I don’t do things like this. Light and soft and sweet.”

I shivered under the intensity of his stare. “What do you mean?”

“I like it hard, Tess. Harder than what we did before.”

Wicked fantasies filled my mind, but I couldn’t lose the grip of confusion. Of feeling ignorant.

“Show me.” I tipped my chin up, knowing I would meet him in the middle however he wanted me to. “Show me whatyouwant, then.”

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ROMEO

“Iwant it all with you,” I said honestly.

“Show me.”

I’d never forget the sight of her so bold and determined, eyeing me like I was a challenge to take on.

“You’re sure?” The thrill of exploring with her turned me on more. If she was serious, then I wouldn’t waste a moment.

“Please, Romeo. Show me what you want.”

I put my hands on her hips and loved the flinch of surprise she did at the contact. Like the sensation charged her.

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