Page 74 of Sizzling

I wasn’t going to open them and see exactly where he was either. I did not need to keep looking at his bare chest or his … other things.

“Yes, you get me off, but then you leave, angry about it. I prefer you not leave me out here alone, if that’s okay with you.”

His large hand slid over my waist, and he jerked me forward until he had me plastered against his chest. My eyes flew open as I stared up at him.

“I won’t leave you out here alone,” he said with a fierce tone that didn’t seem to fit the conversation. “Now, get your clothes off before I take them off you.”

Sweet Jesus. My body trembled as that demanding scowl of his held my gaze. I was a very stupid girl.

“Okay,” I replied just above a whisper.

He ran a finger down my cheek, then traced my jawline. “Good girl.”

My mouth opened just barely as he stepped back, letting go of me, and thankfully, I didn’t crumple to the ground.

Had he really just called me a good girl? Apparently, I liked praise as much as Noor did because I was ready to do whatever he asked of me.

Reaching for the hem of the crocheted crop top I was wearing, I had to drop my gaze from his as I pulled it over my head. My lace bra did little to cover my breasts with its sheer fabric. I knew he could see how hard my nipples were. I kept my gaze on the ground and went for the buttons on my jeans when his jeans hit the grass at his feet.

Swallowing hard, I paused as he stepped out of them, kicking them over to where his boots and shirt were lying. Closing my eyes, I tried to calm myself down. The panties that I was wearing matched the bra, and once I was wet, I might as well be naked. He’d seen me naked. I didn’t need to make this something it wasn’t.

“Move a little faster, baby, or I’m gonna have to take over,” Storm warned, but he’d called me baby again. Had before not been an accident? Had he meant to call me that?

No! I would not set myself up to get hurt by this man again.

I stopped and lifted my head, finally getting control of my reaction to him.

“This is a bad idea,” I said, wishing he didn’t look like the Greek god his horse was named after.

Holy hell, he was even better in the sunlight.

Storm closed the distance between us, and I tried to move back, but before I could, his hands were at my waist, holding me still. His hands went to my jeans as he shoved my hands away and unzipped them, then shoved the fabric over my hips.

“Take them off—now,” he snarled.

Every fiber of my body wanted to do exactly as he’d ordered me to. I knew how amazing he could make me feel. It was the after that I wanted to avoid.

“No,” I choked out. “You’ll hate me more when it’s over.”

The calculating look in his eyes unnerved me as he bent over and slid my jeans the rest of the way down, then took off my boots before removing the denim. I stood there, unable to fight it, but knowing I was making another mistake.

“Don’t do this, Storm,” I begged, knowing the moment he touched me, I was going to be his to command.

He slid his hands up my bare legs, then grabbed my thighs and pulled then open so he could slide a finger underneath the barely there fabric that covered me.

My knees buckled, and I grabbed at his shoulders to steady myself.

“Storm,” I breathed, already at the point where I would give in.

That was all he had to do in order to control me. It was pathetic on my part, but the man was perfection. I was weak.

“We were gonna swim, but now that you’ve let me smell this pussy, we aren’t gonna get that far.”

I didn’t even try to speak. I just stared at him, wanting whatever he was going to give me. Later. Later, I’d deal with the after. Right now, I was going to pretend this wasn’t going to hurt me tomorrow.

Storm remained knelt down in front of me while he slid another finger inside. A whimper left my lips. His wicked grin as he looked up at me was one I wanted to memorize. When he was being mean or looking at me as if he hated the sight of me, I wanted to remember this. Know that I didn’t always disgust him.

“Spread your legs more, little siren,” he growled.

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