Say You're Mine

“I want it.” The words spill past my lips without a second thought. I would say anything right now if he asked me to.

He lifts off of me just a fraction, and my hips are free to move. “Then take it.”

My heart pounds, but my need overrides everything else, and it makes me bold. I wrap my arms around his neck as I lift my hips and press my sex against his cock. Our eyes stay locked on each other as I rock myself back and forth on his hard length.

Small moans I can’t control escape. “So close,” I whisper, but I can’t get myself there.

“You need me.” It's not a question, but still I answer.

“Yes.”

He shifts again, and I cry out in despair when he takes his cock away. A moment later his fingers are there, and he slips them into my panties.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he growls, his accent thick.

He presses his fingers against my clit and starts to rub in small circles. The pressure is everything I need, and the way he touches me is like he knows my body better than I do. It’s almost like he’s done this to me before.

“That’s it,” he encourages me, and I thrive on the sound of his voice. “I want you to come for me, Iris. Let me have this while you’re with me. Let me make you mine even if it’s only for a moment.”

His words spiral me over the edge, and I cry out his name as the orgasm hits me. My eyes close as I cling to him and ride out every last bit of the pleasure. It feels like it goes on forever before everything inside of me relaxes into a puddle of utter peace. I lie there boneless, not sure if I’ll ever be able to move again.

When his hand slips out of my panties, I find the strength to open my eyes. He’s staring at his fingers that are coated in my release, and I gasp when he brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean.

He quickly rolls off the bed and goes straight for the bathroom. He shuts the door behind him, and I hear the small shower turn on. I’m still surprised he can even fit into it.

I lie there wondering how the hell that just happened. Oh yeah. I was humping the man in my freaking sleep. I groan and pull the blankets over my head. I’d begged him to get me off and he did. Then he was out of here as quickly as possible, not wanting anything in return. I’m not sure if that’s sweet or if my pride should be bruised.

After a minute I pull the blanket back down and roll onto my side. My eyes go to the door, but I make no move to get up and try to make a run for it. I tell myself it’s because there isn’t anywhere to go on a moving train.

When I run my fingers across my lips, it’s like I can still feel his mouth on mine. That kiss was out of control. I’ve never in my life felt so needed by another person who only wanted me as I am. He didn’t want to change me into something I’m not, and I’m honestly starting to think Dutch knows me better than anyone else.

I push myself to sit up when I hear the water turn off in the bathroom. I brace myself for what’s to come because I’m certain he’s about to give me the I’m sorry, that shouldn't have happened speech.

“Iris,” Dutch says as he starts to push open the bathroom door. “We can’t…” His words trail off when his eyes meet mine.

“I know, I know.” I shake my head and stand up, doing my best to pretend I don’t give a crap. “It can’t happen again.”

Turning around, I try to search for my clothes. I can’t look at his bare chest or I might jump him again. When did I start getting so horny? It’s probably because I slept pressed up against Dutch and my body still wants more.

He grabs me and spins me around to face him, and I have to lean my head back to look up at him. I swear he’s getting more handsome by the second.

“You’re too damn beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that?” I shake my head, shocked that he said it. “I had every intention to apologize.”

“What’s changed?” I ask as he pulls me harder against him. My hands brace against his broad chest as I wait.

“I saw you.”

“What now?” I’m not sure what I want him to say, but I need to know where we go from here.

“Like I said. For the time being you’re mine.”

Chapter Eight

Dutch

I shouldn’t go to her, I shouldn’t touch her, but there's only one word echoing inside my head, and it’s take.