I keep my eyes on him, the slow revealing of his body. Each motion precise, heating my already boiling blood even more.
“What do you want?” I whisper, having no idea what he’ll say or what he’ll do next.
His voice is rough and deeper than usual when he answers. “What do you want, Selena? What the hell was that back there?” There’s a fine sharp edge to his tone, anger honed to a keen point.
I let my mouth flop open, sputtering on his reaction, and the wash of my desire fading under the force of that anger. “Are you kidding me? You’re the one who shoved me under the table to request your so-called payment.”
The heartbeat pulsing through me completes its shift from arousal to anger. “You don’t get to be outraged when I do exactly what you forced me to do.”
He sputters, charging forward to get into my face. “I didn’t force you to do anything you obviously wanted to do.”
I raise my hand to slap him, but he catches my wrist mid-motion and drags me into his body. The heat of him folds around me, weakening my resolve.
“You will not hit me.” He growls low in my face, his lips an inch from mine. “You have no right to raise your hand to me.”
His eyes dip down, then back up to meet mine. “Now, where were we?”
I jerk my wrist from his hold, and he releases me to stumble back. “We aren’t anywhere. I’m heading to bed.”
He again slides his gaze down, this time to my breasts, my hips, my thighs. “So you’re saying if I touched you right now, you wouldn’t be absolutely dripping for me?”
I gulp. I’m prey, caught in a hunter’s gaze. “It’s none of your business if I am or not.”
He shrugs lightly. “Maybe I can help?”
It’s my turn to scoff, even as my heart is testing the restraint of my body. “I thought we established you’re a virgin. I’m pretty sure I can take care of myself better than you can.”
His full lips curl at the edges. Challenge accepted that smile says. “How about we make a bet? If I make you come, you finish what you started downstairs.”
I step into him, my chest brushing against him. “And when you don’t?”
The little lift in his lips gets higher. “Then I’ll owe you one favor. And I always keep my word.”
I shouldn’t trust it, but that heartbeat has returned to my body as the scent of him stokes the heat in my belly.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask, a little ashamed of the need in my voice.
“Ask me to make you come.”
The words rip through me. This fucking bastard.
“Are you fucking joking?”
“No.”
Fuck him. I don’t need him to get off.
I sink down to the floor, keeping my eyes on him, enjoying the way his jaw tenses as he watches me.
On my knees, I wiggle the short dress up to my waist and sink back onto my ass. I can’t look at him as I slide my hand into my panties, spearing my fingers along my soaked seam. A jolt of pleasure rocks me, my skin more sensitive than it has ever been.
I lean back on my elbows to lie flat on the floor, then place my feet flat and spread my thighs. His fucking loss right now.
I close my eyes and circle my clit softly. A tiny part of my brain knows it would feel better with his fingers on me, but I won’t give him the satisfaction.
I bite my bottom lip and ride the sensation, wringing it from my body with each practiced touch.
Something hot grazes my thigh, and I pop my eyes open. He’s flat on his belly between my thighs, a knife in his grip.
A bolt of need strikes hard, sizzling me from the inside out. He cuts through my panties, ripping them away. Then he slams the knife into the floor, so it sticks straight up. I can’t look away while he lowers his face, spreads me open with one hand and dives face-first into my pussy.
His tongue is unforgiving. He uses the flat of it to lick me from hole to clit and back again. I shake and drop my head onto the floor, unable to hold myself up under the onslaught.
Two fingers spear me, and he keeps lapping at my wet flesh, his fingers moving in time with his tongue. This is so much better than my own fingers and my carefully curated toy collection.
I clench my fists, refusing to touch him, and let him take me where I want to go. Each pass of his hot tongue takes me closer and closer. I can feel the orgasm coming, and it threatens to consume me. I don’t even care. I’ve forgotten everything else except his mouth on my body.