He deposits me right in the center and stares down at me, his greenish-blue eyes darkening when I squeeze my knees together. “Do I need to lick your pussy again to get you to call me by name?” I shake my head because I’m not sure I can speak clearly. “I can’t hear shakes and nods, Little Flick.”
“No,” I gasp out, my thighs already quaking as he crawls on the bed to wedge his muscular body between them. While I’m just a fabric tug away from being fully exposed, he’s still dressed in black dress pants and a white shirt unbuttoned at the top. I sit up slightly on my elbows and move my head. “No, Mr. Cade,” I say, and a feral grin twists the edges of his lips.
Oh, god, what the hell is wrong with me? Here he is baiting me, and my stupid body delivers me to him on a silver platter because I can’t resist defying him.
He hooks strong fingers behind my thighs and jerks me to him. From this angle, I can feel the outline of his erection pressed against me. I start to scoot away from him, but he grips my thighs harder. “Do you feel that? I’m rock hard for you. I meant what I said. I give you a week and you’ll be on your knees, begging me to take you bare, but for now…”
“For now what?”
He lets go of my thighs and slides my dress and bra over my head, leaving me naked beneath his hungry stare. “For now I’ll make you scream another way.”
Granting me a cocky, half-grin, he loosens the buttons of his shirt, then shrugs out of it. I have to bite the inside of my cheek not to verbally acknowledge the beauty of his body. This man, the man I want to be my enemy, is all muscle—from his traps to his toned abs—and smooth golden skin. He’s make-your-fucking-mouth-go-dry delicious, and my clit pulses for him before he moves another inch.
My voice is scratchy when I murmur, “You’re going to touch me again?” To my horror, it’s more of a plea. Because, god help me, I want him to touch me.
He taps my hip then nods to the pillows at the top of the bed. “Turn onto your stomach, sweet.”
Refusing to drop my stare from his, I turn over slowly and crawl my way toward the pillows, my knees going weak because he gives my ass a gentle tap as he follows behind me. The muscles in my neck tense as I stare over my shoulder, so he pokes fun at me by twisting his own head in an uncomfortable angle.
“You’re a dick,” I say, but it doesn’t sound very menacing or convincing.
Running his tongue over his straight white teeth, he spreads my thighs apart to stroke my clit. “I’m a dick, huh?” he teases.
“Yes,” I moan.
He slaps my ass so hard I jerk forward and bang the top of my head against the white headboard. Stunned, I look back at him, so he does it again. “Close your mouth, Flick, or I’ll give you something to open it for.”
My green eyes lower to the massive bulge in his black pants, and my throat goes dry at the thought of it going into my mouth—and in my pussy. Ripping my gaze from his body, I face the headboard so he won’t see my flush.
“I could do this all night,” he says, flexing his fingertips around my clit. “I could tongue and finger-fuck you all night because I already love feeling you come.”
“I bet you do.” It sounds like a hiss and a moan, which only gives him more reason to chuckle. I have a million and one reasons to loathe him right now, but it’s hard to think of anything other than the sweet waves already rippling through my body as his hand spreads my folds to palm the opening of my sex.
“I meant what I said about this too,” he says softly. Before I have a chance to ask what he means, I feel his mouth on my ass cheek again. Like my neck, he draws the flesh between his teeth, only this time he sucks hard enough to leave a mark. I squirm against him, out of my mind with desire because two of his fingers are back inside my body. It’s a new sensation—it makes me feel deliciously full and on fire—and the fact I’m getting wetter by the second makes his speed increase.
“Jackson…” I moan when I feel a sharp tug in the pit of my stomach. “Oh god, Jackson.”
“You’re tight and soaked and this is just two of my fingers. Imagine how good this will feel when it’s my dick filling your sweet little cunt,” he rasps, nips at his love bite on my skin, then continues, “How the fuck a woman like you is still untouched, I’ll never know.”