Page 25 of The Contractor's Rose
“I want you,” I said. “I—I want you so bad.”
His jaw clenched, and then he reached over and flicked off the stove.
No hesitation.
His mouth crushed mine—hot, demanding, all tongue and teeth and possession. It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t soft. It was claiming. It was a promise. That I was his now. That he was going to ruin me in the best way possible.
His hands slid to my shoulders, fingers curling around the thin straps of my dress. He pushed them off slowly. Deliberately.Like he had all the time in the world to unwrap me. I gasped as the fabric slipped down, baring my breasts to the cool air—and tohim.
His mouth found my neck, then moved lower, and lower.
“No bra again?” he growled, dragging his tongue between the curve of my breasts. “You do that for me, don’t you, sweet girl?”
I nodded frantically, mind spinning.
“Words, Rose,” he growled, one hand squeezing my thigh hard enough to anchor me to the moment. “I need your words.”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Yes, what?”
Before I could process what he’d said, his mouth latched around my nipple, hard and hot, sucking until I cried out.
And that’s when it happened.
“Yes, D—” I froze.
Oh, God.
No.
That was wrong.
He was adad. He had adaughter. What the hell was wrong with me?
He stilled.
His hand gripped my cheeks, firm but gentle, and tilted my face up to meet his gaze.
“What did you just start to say?”
“I—I didn’t mean?—”
“Say it, Rose.”
I swallowed, every emotion possible going to war in my chest.
“Gavin—”
“I want you tosay it.”
My pussy throbbed at the demand in his voice. The authority. Theownership.
He wasn’t asking.
He wastelling.
My lips parted.
