Page 128 of Reluctantly Rogue

“I didn’t say anything dirty to you at the bowling alley. I barely touched you. I specifically kept from doing that.” His voice sounds tight.

“You don’t have to be dirty to turn me on, Jonah.”

I see his chest rise and fall with a deep breath. “I’m trying really hard to hold it together until we get into our room, Duchess. The things I wanna do to you are not appropriate for an elevator.”

I grin. How I feel when he expresses how I affect him is addictive. “There’s no one on the elevator with us.”

“But there are cameras.”

Surprised, I look around.

“Oh, that’s right,” he says, his voice huskier now, causing a trickle of awareness to dance down my spine. “You like being naughty in public. Where we might get caught.”

I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and nod. The planetarium feels like days ago, but it was just this afternoon.

He lets go of my hand and turns to lean back against the side of the elevator, crossing his huge arms. “Tease me, Duchess.”

“How?”

“However you want to. I’m only a few minutes away from being able to strip those clothes off of you and spread you out on the bed, so you can do anything you want. Tempt me.”

“I’m not very good at teasing and tempting.”

“That’s not true. You tempt me by just walking into a room. You make me want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone ever.”

I swallow hard as emotion hits me. Yes, that turns me on, but it also makes me feel things that are much deeper than lust. Jonah wants me, but he alsovaluesme and I feel it every moment we’re together.

“I want to tempt you, because it feels so good. I love making you feel good. Making you want me as much as I want you,” I tell him. “I love this chemistry, this heat between us. I never imagined it could be like this. Just everything you give me, plus this. It’s…amazing.”

He runs his thumb over his lower lip. “There are so many things I intend to do to you.”

“I can’t wait.”

“You’ll do them all, won’t you?” he asks.

It’s not really a question, but I nod. “Of course.”

“No questions? No hesitation?”

“You’ve never done anything that wasn’t good for me, even better than anything I could come up with for myself.”

He blows out a long breath, his gaze never leaving mine. “So if I told you that I wanted you to slide your hand into the front of those jeans and give me a taste of how wet you are, would you do it? Even knowing there are people who can watch this on camera?”

A shiver of lust goes through me. “I definitely would. Usually, I don’t like being told what to do, but with you…”

One side of his mouth quirks up as I trail off. “When it comes to that needy pussy, you’ll let me boss you around all day.” Possessiveness seems to come off of him in waves.

I suck in a breath. When he smiles at me like that I want to kiss him so badly. The cocky smugness, the confidence, the sexiness that exudes from him. I love that we have fully put to rest the idea of me ever being with anyone else.

I glance up at the numbers above the door. We have several floors still to go since we’re staying on the top floor.

I pop the button on my jeans and slide the zipper down slowly.

I watch as the heat flares in his eyes. God, I love this feeling of power.

Then I flatten my hand on my stomach and slide it down into the front of my jeans. I’m not kidding. I am wet. Have been. And it’s all for him.

My hand slides behind the waistband of my panties and then down over my clit and I give a little breathy moan.

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