"How do I know you won't run a red light?"
He closed his eyes and smiled. "Unlike flyboy, I'm not into rape, Kate. Not even mock rape. If I do it, it's because my sub needs it and asked for it." He opened his eyes again and now they were so intense, his brows furrowed. "I can only get off with a woman who wants it. Who wants me."
I stared at him. Everything inside of me, my body, my emotions, my heart, was pushing me towards him. The only thing holding me back was that annoying sense of propriety that my father and the nuns created in me.
Damn them…
"I want you."
He just waited, watching me with those eyes. He was so calm, patient. I didn't know what held me back. Why was it so hard for me to just lean over and kiss him?
Finally, he exhaled as if he'd been holding his breath.
"Then kiss me."
I closed my eyes, feeling utterly frozen in place. "I can't."
"Oh, Kate…"
Then he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me on top of him as he lay down on the couch, his head against the armrest. I couldn't help but straddle his hips, my thighs on either side of his, my hands holding me up, my face poised directly above his. He pushed my hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear, then he slipped his arms around my waist, pulling my hips against him so that I could feel his erection. It actually made me tremble.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head down, my cheek pressed against his.
"Oh, God." I practically panted in his ear but I just couldn’t force myself to kiss him. If I did, it would be game over. This would really happen and it scared me so much.
"Jesus, Kate, are you that repressed that you can't even kiss me?"
"You said it yourself," I managed to say. "If I kiss you, you're going to fuck me."
"You said you want me, so just do it."
"Why are you making me?" I said, emotion filling me. "You already kissed me three times tonight. Why do I have to be the one now?"
"You have to be the one."
"Why?"
"You have to say yes. I have to know that you want me to fuck you. That this is what you really want. What you really need. I don't want any doubt."
"Then, yes, for Christ's sake, yes," I blurted out, tears of frustration actually springing to my eyes. "I want you to fuck me. I need you to fu—"
Before I could say the words, he pulled me down to him and forced me to kiss him, and I did. I kissed him back and when I did, I felt him relax completely beneath me. With the exception of his erection, his body was yielding instead of hard, his arms no longer tense, no longer pulling me against him. He let me kiss him. I cupped his cheek, my fingers threading through his hair while my mouth moved against his, my tongue searching and finding his.
The kiss went on and on, all the while my body grew more aroused, if that was even possible. I ground my groin on his erection, needing to feel it against me, my heart pounding in my ears, a delicious stab of lust racing through my body at the thought of him entering me, pounding me from behind like he'd described.
Finally, I pulled away, confused at his lack of – well, of anything.
"I thought," I said, gasping as our lips parted. "I thought you were going to take control after I kissed you."
He smiled slowly, his eyes half-hooded. "Who's to say I haven't?"
"I don't understand. You said—"
"Stop talking."
Then he did take control, rising up, forcing me to sit up as well. Instead of me lying on top of him, he pushed me down on the couch and now he lay on top of me, his body heavy on mine. He didn't kiss me. He watched me as he pressed against me. Resting on one elbow so that his body was poised above me, his eyes never left mine. He trailed his fingers over my cheek, over my bottom lip, then down the side of my neck to my throat. His fingers traced the upper curve of my breasts, making me shiver, then he squeezed one breast through the silky fabric of my dress, his finger and thumb unerringly finding my nipple and tweaking it, making me gasp, my back arching.
He smiled and spread my thighs open with a rough knee, hiking up my dress around my hips, his hand grabbing my mound, his finger searching for my clit through my pantyhose and panties. Then he pulled his hand away and ground his erection against me until I groaned, my eyes closing.