Page 88 of Bottles & Blades

She’s teasing me.

Giving me more.

God, she’s sweet.

“Oh,” I say, “you’ll want that, baby.”

She giggles quietly then lifts her hand, settling it on my chest, shifting closer, leg brushing my cock.

Which is still rock fucking hard.

Because I want her.

Because I’m not going to give in to my dick and take more from her—not tonight, anyway.

“You didn’t—” Her hand starts to snake down between us.

I recognize her intent in a second, and I desperately want to feel those soft fingers wrapped around my cock.

That’s not what this is about, though.

I catch her hand, draw it back up, pressing a kiss to her palm before I return it to my chest. “Another time, buttercup.”

“But that’s twice, I’ve?—”

“Another time,” I repeat.

She sighs. “I’m not going to change your mind, am I?”

“Nope.” But to soften that, I kiss her lightly. “This was about you,” I tell her. “Not me.”

Her breath hitches.

“You good with that?”

She nibbles at her bottom lip. “No,” she whispers.

“Baby.” I cup her jaw again. “Tell me.”

“More orders?” She rolls her eyes.

I just repeat, “Tell me.”

“I just…” A breath. “I guess maybe I was feeling a little insecure that I’m getting something that you’re not…and then maybe I was thinking that even though I was…lost in needing that…ingettingthat…” Her gaze slides away from mine. “Then maybe I was thinking that you didn’t want it as much or at all or?—”

She squeaks.

Because I’ve snagged her hand and dragged it back down between us.

Down to where my dick is trying to rip its way through my underwear.

“Feel that?” I ask, trying to resist the urge to thrust into her palm—and failing miserably—but at least I swallow down my groan.

“Yes,” she whispers, her hand flexing on me.

My hips jerk and this time I can’t keep my groan quiet.

And I see the moment it hits her, the moment she realizes how deep I’m in for her, how much power she has over me.

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