Page 69 of Slay Ride

I groan and smack his arm. “Are you genuinely incapable of serious conversation? I’m beginning to get concerned.”

“Okay, okay.” He sighs and falls silent, but a question nags him until he’s forced to ask it. “So . . . are you gonna go for Maverick since we can’t be anything?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. I mean, what’s happened between us kind of . . . changed some things in my head.”

“Right.”

More silence fills the spaces between our words, and an uneasiness settles over us. We have no trouble with the hot-and-heavy moments, but the quiet times that pass so easily between lovers create an obstacle course I’m not sure we can get through.

Bennett’s hands grip my waist, and he pulls me onto his lap so that I’m straddling him.

“What are you doing?” I ask as I try to pull away, but he doesn’t let me go.

His grip tightens as he looks into my eyes, and I’m almost afraid. There’s a fire there I don’t recognize. And it’s aimed at me.

“Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want me, Cat. Can you do that?” His hips pulse upward, pressing his hard cock against my bikini bottoms. “Can you tell me you don’t think about me when I’m not around? Can you say you don’t look for me when I’m in a room?”

I do all of those things and so much more, but that doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t mean that outing ourselves to everyone is the answer.

“What if it doesn’t work out?” I say. “What then? We’ll be forced to split our friend group, and that’s after enduring their questions and commentary for God knows how long.”

“And what if it does work out?”

I close my eyes and bite back a moan as he rolls his hips again.

“So tell me the truth,” he demands. “Answer my questions. Tell me it wouldn’t rip your heart out to go a day without me now.”

His girth brushes against me again, and my eyes nearly cross. This isn’t fair. He knows I’ll say whatever he wants to hear when he’s dangling an orgasm in front of me.

Well, two can play that game.

I grip his shoulders and grind my hips. “Do you think ofme, Bennett? Is that why you want to know if I think of you?”

His hands grip my hips, trying to stall my movements. “What are you doing, kitten? Don’t be disobedient.”

“Oh, I’mverydisobedient.” I pick up speed and grind a little faster. Water and heat slosh between us. “Now tell me, what sort of things doyouthink about? Dirty things? Or are they sweet?”

He grits his teeth as a moan spills from my lips. I can’t help it. The friction feels amazing.

“Do you look formein a room?” I bite his neck and hump him like my life depends on it. “Fuck, you do, don’t you?”

I do whatever it takes to keep from answering those questions myself, because the answers terrify me almost as much as that heat in his gaze.

“You’re going to make me come if you keep that up,” he says.

I smirk and keep moving against him. Again, this is incredible for my confidence. I don’t think I’ve ever made a guy come in his pants.

“Kitten, if you make me come like this, I’ll have to punish you later for embarrassing me.”

“You gonna strip me down and bend me over your knee?” I whisper in his ear. “Tell me how you’ll do it. Tell me how you’ll punish me.”

His hand slips between us, and he squeezes my breast. “The spanking is just the start. You’re in need of a lesson, and I want to make sure you don’t forget it.”

I grind on him harder, and he sucks in a breath.

“I’m serious, Cat. Cut it out,” he says.

My hips roll and rock as he grips me tighter. His cock is a steel rod, and my skin is electric. The water conducts our spark, heightening the sensations until I fear I’ll come too.

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