Page 27 of Deny Me

Our chests heaved as we tried to control our breathing and just stared at each other. Neither one of us moved. His hand remained on my bottom and mine on his shoulders. I think we both came to grips with the realization that this was the last chance to change our minds.

This was the moment when we realized that we were finally giving in to each other. My heart raced at the possibility that his famous control would come back and he would back away from me. But, for once, I didn’t want to push him to react. I wanted him to come to me.

I wanted him to show me he wanted me. So, I didn’t move a muscle and watched him. The way his tongue came out to wet his lips. The way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed. The way his eyes moved over my face, searching my own blue eyes.

“I can’t wait,” his baritone voice broke the silence. His body shifted to support me with one hand as the other moved up to the strap of my dress. Slipping his fingers under the strap, my heart beat out of control waiting for him to tug it down to the side and off my shoulder. I leaned my head back against the wall and thrust my chest up, showing him without words that I wanted this. His knuckles brushed along my skin, pulling the strap out and letting go, letting gravity do the rest.

He never looked down. When the material became snagged on my pebbled nipple, the tips of his fingers lightly flicked the dress, brushing against the tip, pulling a whimper from me.

Breast exposed, and still his eyes never left mine. I think he liked seeing the desperation written all over my face. My chest heaved out of control as the excitement coursed through me. Jameson was dragging this out, and I was both in heaven and in hell waiting for everything to explode.

His hand raised and palmed my chest, dragging his thumb along the hardened tip. Back and forth, back and forth, until he stopped and pinched it between his thumb and finger. When he tugged gently, I whimpered. I rocked my hips over the hardness against my belly. I was going insane, but he kept me pinned to the wall with his hips and penetrating stare.

Sweat dripped down my temples. My whole body was on fire.

“Do you like when I play with your tits, Evelyn?” he whispered.

I was so out of my element. Usually, I was a woman in charge of the situation. I got what I wanted from sex and that was that. But Jameson was asserting his dominance over me and my pussy was throbbing in excitement. “You know I do.”

“What if I tugged with my teeth,” he leaned in, nipping my jaw.

Closing my eyes, blocking out all other senses than the feel of his touch, I whimpered, “Please.”

Satisfaction bled into his tone. “You’re actually begging.”

Impatience pushed me to open my eyes and see his cocky smile. Gripping his face in my hands, I demanded, “Just. Fuck. Me.”

Victory glinted in his eyes. “Damn, Evie. All you had to do was ask,” he chuckled. He leaned down and finally pressed his tongue to my nipple before pulling at it with his teeth. I let out a loud moan in relief, still grinding my core against him. Either he was going to fuck me, or I was going to get off dry humping him.

He reached between us and pushed aside my thong which was damp with my arousal. “So fucking wet. Are you going to be able to be quiet? We wouldn’t want anyone to find us.” I couldn’t stop the clenching of my core at the thought. “Oh,” he chuckled, surprised by my reaction. “Does that turn you on? Having someone watching you get fucked?”

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