Page 68 of Tender Heart
I’m hard at just the storm in her eyes. Her hand falls away from the center of her chest, letting the blanket slip away.
Christ.
I’m supposed to be clearing my head.
Making smart decisions about this.
Doing what’s in her best interest.
Not entertaining the urge to bend her over the table and slam into her so fucking hard she screams my name and milks me dry.
But those are the very images that commandeer my brain as every last drop of blood sinks to my aching cock.
“I—” she starts as color fills her neck and face, her fine fingers grappling to pull the blanket back up.
I snatch up her hand and move between her legs. “Don’t. Don’t do that.”
“We don’t have to . . .”
I grip her chin with my other hand. “No, we don’t. But you wanted something, or you wouldn’t have dropped the blanket. Wouldn’t have braved a storm to find me.”
Her breaths have turned choppy. Her nipples are hard points. My mouth waters, desperate to draw them in. To suck them between my teeth and bite at the soft flesh surrounding them.
Fuck.I have no control around this woman.
No one has pushed me to this point, to the point where I barely have a semblance of say in how I respond.
Ever.
“Show me how much you want it. Convince me, baby girl.”
Her hands brush over her face before fisting at her hips. Wriggling in her seat a little, her gaze darts around the room as if what she needs is anywhere but with the man in front of her.
She’s flustered.
I hate how much I love seeing her needy. Besides, she started this, and I’m going to make sure she damn well finishes it.
“I want to see the woman, Evie. Not the little girl who’s too afraid to take what she wants.”
She huffs a breath. With a swallow, she closes her eyes and pushes to her feet. The chair scrapes backward, and she moves until mere inches separate us. We’re chest to chest, but I don’t move.
Her eyes open, and she moves one elegant hand to her breast.
With one finger, she circles a pert nipple, drawing my attention to the display. “Here is where I want it... You.”
I raise a brow.
That fucking bottom lip slips between her teeth. I tilt my head in warning.
“Not convinced,” I rumble.
Liar.
I’m a goddamn liar. A liar with a rock-hard cock that throbs with an ache that’s going to take me down any second. But this isn’t about me.
“What do you want, then?” she whispers.
“It’s what you want, remember?”
