Page 101 of Forever Never
Her entire body was trembling against his. Sheneededhim. Needed more than what he was willing to give her.
“Every day, you lure me a little closer. And one day, I’m not going to be strong enough to step back.”
“Then stop stepping back.”
One of his fingers toyed with the zipper of her jeans. Brushing lightly over it.
“There are rules, Remi.”
“I’m not a teenager. I’m not dating your little brother. You’re not married.”
“Your mother is my boss.”
“You want my mom’s okay before you’ll stick your dick in me? We’re both adults, Brick. We don’t need a permission slip!”
His hand abandoned her zipper and coasted up her sweater to rest just under her breast. Her nipple strained against the confines of her bra, needing his touch. She was shaking again. But this time, it wasn’t from fear.
“I don’t want to know what you feel like from the inside if you’re just going to pack up and leave. I don’t want to watch you walk away knowing what you taste like between those fucking thighs. I don’t want to say good-bye to you knowing what my come looks like spread over your perfect goddamn tits.”
Her knees gave out on her right then and there. But she didn’t fall. Because once again, Brick Callan caught her.
“How the hell should I know if or when I’m leaving? And why does that give you the right to torture me?”
“You aren’t hearing me, Remi. If I got anywhere near that sweet pussy of yours, I would punish you for making me wait so damn long. I’d discipline you for wanting to leave me. You’re safer if I never touch you. And so am I.”
As he said the words, his cock flexed between them.
She was shaking now. He’d put voice to it. Her deepest, darkest desire. He wanted to dominate her. The thought of it, the thought of that big, hard man bending her over and…
“Show me.”
He flinched, and she saw his jaw tighten as his throat worked. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“Test me. Show me how you’d punish me. How you’d make me apologize for all those lonely hard-ons I’ve left you with. All those times you had to get yourself off because you just couldn’t help it.Show me.”
She wanted, craved,neededto know what it felt like to have him powering into her, making her come.
“Never.” His whisper was jagged, broken. And it sliced her into ribbons.
“Then I guess you’re never gonna know what you’d find if you forgot about your dumbass rules long enough to slide that hand between my legs.”
His growl was a warning that she was pushing him too far. There was nothing she wanted more than to push him even harder.
“If you wanted me like that, nothing would stand in your way. Nothing would stop you from taking me and giving me what I want. So don’t stand there and act so conflicted when you’re more concerned with what other people would think if you got off your high horse and fucked me.”
She shoved at his big, broad chest. Soft flannel over hard muscle. He didn’t move an inch. Dear God, that turned her on. She was well on the road to humiliating herself and needed to take a hard detour before she threw herself at his feet and begged him to take her hard and mean.Just this once.
“Back the fuck up, Brick. You’ve said your piece. I’ve said mine. I’ll just go back to pretending you don’t exist. And you can go back to wondering just how wet I get. Just how hard you’d have to work to get all the way inside me. How tight I’d squeeze you when I come.”
He pulled her hair hard and snarled something unintelligible, but she wasn’t about to be intimidated.
“For the rest of your life, you can comfort yourself that you’ll never know. Congratulations on your sky-high morals, Brick Callan.”
“Fuck.”
In one swift move, he swung her around and bent her over the desk. One hand gripped the back of her neck. The other rested on the curve of her ass, fingers flexing into her flesh.
Her thighs quaked with anticipation.
