Page 66 of Cold as Stone
When I finally open my eyes, he’s watching me with an expression of pure male satisfaction.
“Holy shit,” I manage.
“Good?” he asks, though the smug smile on his face suggests he already knows the answer.
“Good is… that’s not even close to the right word.”
He chuckles, pressing one more kiss to my hip before sitting back on his heels.
I reach for him, wanting to return the favor, but he catches my hands.
“No,” he says firmly.
“But you didn’t?—”
“This was for you.” He brings my hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to each palm.
“That’s not fair.”
“Life’s not fair, sweetheart.” He stands, reaching for his shirt. “But the wait will be worth it. I promise.”
I watch in disbelief as he pulls his shirt back on, like nothing happened. Like he didn’t just give me the most intense orgasm of my life and then stop.
“You’re really just going to… leave?”
“I’m going to go take a very cold shower,” he says, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “And then we’re going to bed. And while you sleep, I’ll no doubt lie beside you thinking about the sounds you just made and counting down the hours until I can taste your sweet cunt again.”
“You’re killing me,” I groan, pulling a throw pillow over my face.
“Nine more days,” he says, and I can hear the amusement in his voice. “Think you can handle it?”
I peek over the pillow to glare at him. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t. You love that I have enough self-control for both of us.”
“I really, really don’t.”
“Yes, you do. Because when we finally get to the 17th, you’re going to be so desperate for me that you won’t be able to see straight.” He leans down one more time, his lips brushing my ear. “And I’m going to spend hours taking you apart, piece by piece, until you’re screaming my name.”
A shiver runs through me at the promise in his voice. “Lee?—”
“Nine more days, baby. Think you can last that long?”
I want to say no. I want to tell him to forget the bet, forget everything, and take me to bed right now. But there’s something in his eyes, a challenge and a promise all wrapped up together, that makes me bite back the words.
“We’ll see,” I manage.
“We will.” He’s headed for the shower before I can come up with a response, leaving me naked on my couch, boneless and satisfied and somehow more frustrated than ever.
Nine more days.
I’m never going to survive this.
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LEE
The cold shower doesn’t help.
