Dancer in Lingerie (Lingerie 13)

A smile was audible in his voice. “No.”

“You aren’t?” I asked incredulously, expecting a different answer.

“No.” That was all he gave me, but that single-word answer was still full of his amusement.

Now I really had no idea what was going on. I hadn’t seen him for an entire week. He didn’t give me any explanation, and it seemed like I would never get one unless I asked for it. Maybe he was doing that on purpose.

“You’re angry I haven’t called.”

I refused to acknowledge the assumption, especially since he hit the nail right on the head.

“You miss me.”

I definitely wouldn’t admit that.

“I’m all yours.” His deep voice was elementally soothing, making me feel aroused and safe at the same time. “I’ve been yours. I’ve slept alone in this bed every single night. All you have to do is tell me that you need me, that you miss me, and I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

This was all a game to him—and I was losing.

“Tell me that you need me.”

I refused.

“Beautiful, one of the reasons I adore you is your bluntness. You’re the kind of woman that asks for what she wants, isn’t afraid to tell a man how to fuck her. You aren’t timid and shy. You’re strong and unapologetic. If you want me—tell me.”

Humiliation flooded my end of the line. He had me cornered. That was exactly how I was, and the reason I wasn’t doing it now was because I was ashamed of my emotions, ashamed that my feelings had grown. I’d never chased him before, but now I was the one calling him. He’d turned the tables on our relationship—making me pursue him instead.

“Tell me what you want.” His quiet breathing floated over the line. I pictured him lying in bed, sleeping in his black boxers with his enormous bulge in the front. I imagined the sleepy look on his face, the subtle stubble along his jaw. I imagined those beautiful blue eyes, the ones that looked into me so deeply.

“I hate you.”

“I know you do, Beautiful. But you need me more than you hate me. I could be between your legs right now, pleasuring you the way a real man should. You could be coming around my dick and asking for another round because I’m not a boy who can’t control his load. I could be keeping your sheets warm, making you abandon those thick wool socks you only wear when I’m not there. I could be chasing away your demons, making you sleep soundly knowing a man can never get past me to you. All of this could happen…but you have to ask for it.”

I felt like a person addicted to drugs. I took a few hits thinking I could handle a taste. But before I knew it, I was blindly hooked on the sensation, needing it beyond reason. Now I was buying more, even though I was utterly ashamed for needing it so much.

His tone turned more aggressive. “Say it.”

The command in his voice made my thighs press together. I missed him so much that I couldn’t think logically. I was fine before he came along, indifferent to him completely. But now, I was the one crawling to him—on my hands and knees. “I want you…” A wave of self-loathing washed over me. I despised myself for giving in, but I was also relieved I was finally getting what I wanted—regardless of the price I’d just paid. I’d traded my dignity and self-respect in exchange for this man, a man I didn’t even like.

Click.

My door opened ten minutes later, the locks doing nothing to keep him out.

I stayed in bed, knowing he would figure out exactly where I was. I listened to his footsteps as they pounded down the hallway, his heavy frame causing the sounds to echo off the walls. I’d already taken my clothes off because I didn’t want to waste any time getting undressed.

He came through the door, pulling his shirt off in the process. His belt clanked in the darkness as he loosened it and got his jeans off. He stood at the foot of my bed, looking down at me with victory in his eyes. His chin was clean from shaving recently, and his hair was styled like he hadn’t been sleeping at all—but waiting for my phone call.

Every piece of clothing hit the floor until he stood with his enormous erection, thick and throbbing. He gave me a more intense look than I’d ever seen, like he hated me for waiting an entire week to finally make the call.

Over six feet of pure beauty, he towered over my bed with the body of a Greek god. From strong shoulders to thick arms, he had the perfect physique of a ruler. With thick thighs that bulged with muscle to abs that had more strength than both of my arms to put together, he was dangerously sexy.