Page 92 of Burn With Me

When my eyes find his again, he’s looking at me expectantly. Almost as if he knows what I’m about to ask, and he’s conveying his reply with his eyes.

Go ahead and ask, but you already know the answer.

“I want you to show me that there is somethingmorethan being treated like glass, but decidedly less than what happened last weekend. I know you weren’t there, and you don’t know just how…horrible…it was, but I can speak up if it becomes too much.” My fingers twist in the robe’s sash, and even from across the room, I can hear him let out a sigh.

Before he can answer, I snap, “If you don’t, then there isn’t really a reason for this to continue, is there? We do nothing but talk, and that’sifwe both show up. More often than not, we’re arguing about something. So, if you don’t want to, then I’ll terminate our contract and find someone else to do it.”

“You most certainly willnotlet another man touch you inthis club, Scarlett.” His answer is harsh as he starts to walk toward me. His hands circle my wrists, pulling my hands away from where they are tangled up in the sash, and by doing so, my robe falls open to reveal my nearly naked flesh.

He sucks air through his teeth as his eyes travel down my body. My nipples harden as they are exposed to the air, and I can hear him groan softly as his fingers tighten around my wrists.

“Do not let your boyfriend turn you into someone you aren’t. You are not the type of woman to let just any man touch her. To let just any man between her legs. That isn’tyou. And I will not be coerced to fuck you out of anger at the thought of another man’s hands on you. That isn’tus.” His voice is low and restrained, and I glance down to see his erection straining against his pants.

Licking my lips, I lift my gaze to his again to find his eyes glued to my naked breasts. “He said the same thing. That what I asked for wasn’tus. He told me I was different and that he was falling for me. But I don’t know how he can say that after being in his car with another woman.”

I don’t even care that my words are in danger of revealing my identity. If my stranger reads the papers, then the coincidence of what I say aligning with Jackson’s fuck up is too great to ignore.

“I think you’re running from him, Little Ember, because you are scared. I think that he is showing you something very real, and you are frightened because you’ve never felt safe before. But you do with him, and he let you down. So now, you feel lost again. But this is what a relationship is, Scarlett. It is letting your walls down and knowing that you are giving the other person the power to hurt you.” He pulls me into him, bringing my hands up to rest on his chest, before sliding his down to pull my robe back around me before retying the sash.

“I can’t trust him,” I whisper. My hips lean into his,trapping his hard cock between us. “Please, just give me what I want.”

The way he sighs over my head tells me he isn’t going to change his mind. But I’m not prepared when he spins me so that my back is to him, and his hand dives into the top of my robe to palm my breast. His thumb flicks my hardened nipple as his other hand holds my hip, anchoring my body to his.

“Do not move,” he instructs before pulling his hands away.

I do as he says, my eyes widening in shock when I feel the touch of his lips against the nape of my neck. Air leaves my throat with a gasp, and I begin to tilt my head up to see his face, but his hand is suddenly cradling my jaw, holding it tightly enough so I can’t move.

His other hand finds its way between the slit in my robe, and his fingers brush against my center as he murmurs in my ear, “It has been too long since I’ve touched you. But I will not fuck you. Not with my cock.”

Arousal pools low in my belly, making his fingers slick as he continues to stroke me before pushing two inside my aching pussy. “If you want a cock to fill you, instead of my fingers, then I suggest you go back to your boyfriend and try again.”

My hips rock into his fingers, his hand tightening on my jaw as I try to get free so that I can see his face. His teeth graze my earlobe before sucking the spot just beneath, causing a wave of wetness to rush from me.

“And what if I do just find some random man to give me what I want?” I tease. There’s no truth behind my words because he and Jackson are both right. Now that I know what it’s like to be touched by them, I don’t think anyone else can even compare.

I’ll break down my stranger’s resolve if it’s the last thing I do.

A third finger joins the other two inside me, pushing in as his thumb brushes my clit. “You won’t,” he whispers againstmy skin. “You can take all the time you want to think about it, but you know that there will only ever be he and I that get to touch you this way.”

“Why are you so certain that I will go back to him? He told me he respected my decision to end things. He’s probably already had multiple women in his bed since last week.” The thought chases away my nearing climax like the light of the sun does the moon every morning.

My stranger picks up the pace, pumping his fingers quicker and deeper than before. “Because I know how to read you, Little Ember. You haven’t given up on him. Deep down, you know he didn’t betray you. You just need to admit it out loud.”

His thumb presses against my clit, and I cry out as my release tears through me. My stranger’s words of encouragement are whispers in my ear as I ride it out.

I never question why he’s pushing so hard for me to go back to Jackson. Why he’s pushing me into the arms of another man and continuing to refuse my requests to sleep with me.

All I know is when I’m with him, strangely, everything he says makes perfect sense.

Jackson

I’m not sure Ginny would have reached out had it not been for her stranger telling her to.

But now, as I stare at her message on my phone, I don’t feel even the slightest bit bad about manipulating her to try again with me.

I’ll be looking for apartments this weekend.

At this point, she knows I don’t own the apartment she’s residing in. There’s no reason to reach out and inform me of anything unless she truly wants to speak to me.

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