Give me that cock, Pike.
Drive me into the wall with that cock.
End my misery and finally give me what I’ve wanted for months.
But . . . of course, that’s not what I say.
Clearing my throat, I say, “I’m good, but thanks for the invitation.”
“It’s always there, Coraline. Anytime you want it, all you need is to ask.”
His eyes are on me, eating me up with every breath I take.
I can feel the heat of his body against my skin, burning me.
And his hand, as he shifts, brushes against my hip, and my legs part involuntarily, causing a dull throb to erupt between my legs.
I want him so badly.
And he knows it.
I bet he can sense it.
He probably knows my body language well enough to understand that I haven’t turned away from him tonight, that lying on my back means I’m currently indecisive, that I have mixed feelings, mixed thoughts.
And he’s taking advantage of that.
“If I were truly playing the arsehole role, do you know what I’d do?”
I’m afraid to ask, but I do anyway. “What?”
“Instead of giving you the option, I’d interpret the intense perusal you made of my body as I walked across the apartment as an invitation. I’d take your hand”—he grabs my hand and I continue to stare at the ceiling as my breathing picks up—“and I’d bring it to my crotch, allowing you to take exactly what you want.”
Yup, that sounds about right. And wouldn’t it be great if he actually did that?
“Well, once again, not living up to your husbandly duties . . . not listening to your wife.”
“Is that so?” he asks as he drags the back of my hand over his stomach, letting me feel each and every indent of his abs.
I don’t move.
I don’t even think I breathe as he moves my hand to the waistband of his briefs.
I want him to flip my hand over, I want to cup him, to feel him.
“But I’m not sure I’m good at the arsehole role you so desperately want me to play.” He drags my hand back up his stomach and I want to scream at him to go back, but I bite my tongue.
When I don’t say anything, he releases my hand, but rests it on his stomach, and for the life of me, I can’t remove it.
“If I really was an arsehole, I’d do something about this tank top you like to wear to bed.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, my chest tight with anticipation.
His hand falls to the hem and he slips his fingers under the fabric. When his fingers connect with my skin, my stomach hollows out and my legs spread just a tiny bit more, desperation heavy in my bones.
His hand drags up along my stomach, bringing my tank top with it.
“I’d demand you take this off and put on one of my shirts instead. Because in my world, you either sleep naked, or you sleep in my clothes.”
“Wh-why your clothes?” I ask as his hand smooths back down my stomach.
“Because, it’s a reminder.” His hand reaches the waistband of my shorts. “That you . . . belong . . . to . . . me.” He bites out each word in a dark, clipped tone and then lifts his hand, only to bring it back to mine, which he lowers down his stomach to the waistband of his shorts, and then farther.
Centimeter by tortuous centimeter, he drags my hand until I’m so close, I can feel the heat of his cock on the back of my hand.
“Go ahead, Coraline. Touch me.” His voice grows even deeper. “Feel me.”
My body shakes, adrenaline zipping through me as my mind wavers with my impulses.
My brain is screaming, “No, hold strong, don’t do it.”
But my hand, my arm, my everything wants to reach down and grab him.
I wet my lips, unsure of what to do, how to react.
My chest rises and falls as my clit pounds with need.
“Feel me, Coraline,” he repeats.
No, I won’t do it, I won’t feel him, and yet, my hand turns over . . .
My fingers inch down . . .
And I connect with the large bulge between his thighs.
Oh fuck.
That one touch sets me loose and I move my entire palm over his package, and motherfucker, he’s huge. When I said that crap about three inches, that’s all it was—crap. I made it up on the fly. Pike is far more than three inches.
“Just like that,” he whispers. “Take what you want.”
What I want is for his briefs to be gone.
What I want is a better angle.
Before I can stop myself, I flip to my side so my eyes meet his.
And in an instant, I realize what a colossal mistake this was, because I can see just how much he’s enjoying this.