Page 29 of So Wrong It's Right

That should have made me cringe, but instead, I beg. I don’t even know what for. I just keen with pleasure and longing.

He places his hands on top of my shoulders and presses his chest into my back. We both hiss at the contact. It’s so potent, so good. My nerves are slam-dancing against my skin. His arms come around me, pulling me tightly into him. I think I could come, just from this. From the sparks wherever we are touching.

His cock is pushing against me, still confined in his pants. I’m trying to live in the moment, memorize how he’s brought me from zero to molten so quickly, so surely. But I want him.

I want him bad.

I try pushing into him harder to get more contact, but he stills me. “I’m in control, Stella.”

“We’ll see,” I answer. “Turn me around and we’ll see.”

He chuckles against my ear but does what I ask.

I watch his face as he takes in my breasts, and it’s the most gratifying moment of my life so far. I was already so gone, so needy. But seeing his control crack doubles the sensation.

All that power always trapped beneath his cold control is rising to the surface of his skin, radiating out in hot waves that will pull like an undertow. I want to drown in his desire, breathe it into my lungs until there’s no room for air, just him. The tattoo on my chest gets traced lightly with one finger while his eyes darken to near black.

He cups me where I ache the most, dipping his finger into the moisture already there. “Sexy.” He leaves that finger there and takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking until my knees start to give out. He lavishes me with long, slow kisses on each nipple, alternating until I feel like I’ll catch fire, his finger stroking me almost carelessly. Not enough to bring me off, but enough to remind me he’s in there.

I reach for his waistband.

Before I understand what is happening, he’s flipped me back to facing the counter. When I try to move, he pins me in place. “I’m not done.”

“Well, I should hope not. Let me help.”

“I don’t think so.” He holds me in place with one arm while petting my ass with his other hand. “I’m going to like making you come, Stella.”

I like hearing him talk so raw. A lot.

“I’m going to like it so much, you’re going to do it again. And again.”

“Okay,” I whisper. As if I have a choice.

He pushes against my ass and grinds against me hard. “God, it’s going to feel so good to sink into you.”

He cups me again, tugging all my awareness to my core. “You’re so wet for me, Stella. All for me.” He starts stroking and I’m losing my mind as I try to push into his hand. I need more pressure, but he’s teasing. Holding back. He’s still in control.

Oh, hell no. I want him as crazy as he’s making me. I want this man turned inside out. “Take me, Christopher.” He stills. “I want to feel you inside me. I need it.” He bites my shoulder gently, but firmly.

He shudders and uses his free hand to clutch my stomach, squeezing me like he can’t get enough of my flesh to please him. But he’s still fighting. He still wants to hold on to the damn reins. I don’t want his careful reserve. His sober prudence. I want him bold and frenzied. I want him to call lightning from the sky like a god and take me.

“Do you want me to beg, Christopher?”

“Yes.”

I smile. “Please fuck me. I need it. I need you. I—”

I don’t get the rest out. Christopher bites my shoulder, harder this time, then pushes me across the counter.

“What you need is for me to show you what I mean by I’m in control here. Hold on to the edge and don’t let go.”

I don’t even think. Just do what he says. I have to stretch on tiptoe to do it, and the countertop is hard and cold on my chest.

“You can’t just tell me what to do,” I blurt out, surprising even myself.

“Stella, do you like teasing me? Getting under my skin? Generally being a brat?”

“Well, duh. Yes.”

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