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His mouth kissed down my stomach to the apex between my legs. Then he stopped and looked up at me.
“I want you,” he said. “I don’t mean for sex, I mean I want some claim to you. Girlfriend, woman, I don’t give a fuck. But I don’t want you letting anyone else so much as look at you. I want you to belong to me.”
“You put me in that dress and made those men look at me.”
“I thought I wouldn’t care. Turns out I do.”
I bit my lip, overwhelmed and incredibly aroused. There was no hesitation in his eyes, only an overwhelming hunger and something that looked like desperation.
“Yes,” I breathed. “You can call me whatever you want to.”
“Good,” he said, rising and climbing up to cover my body with his. “If I see you pulling the shit you pulled tonight, I will make you understand that you’re mine and you won’t forget it.”
“Alright,” I said.
“Yes, sir,” he said quickly.
“What?” I stared up at him.
“Say it.”
I stammered for a moment, but his gaze pressed into me, willing the words from my mouth. As soon as I spoke them, they hung in the air between us and I realized then that everything had changed. He’d taken charge and I was letting him and neither one of us knew where this day would end.
I was poised on the edge of a world I didn’t understand and he was ready and more than willing to show it to me. But as he looked down at me, something passed over his face and his shoulders bowed, the anger leaving his body. Then he sighed and moved off me, falling onto his back against the pillows.
“What’s wrong?” I whispered.
He ran a hand over his face. “I can’t do this, Iris.”
“Do what?”
“I want you so fucking bad, but I want you to come to me willingly. I need you to want it as badly as I do. Anything less is bullshit.”
I curled my fingers into my palms and studied the ceiling above me, my upper teeth digging into my lip. Did I want it as badly as he did? I glanced over at him and he turned to meet my gaze, his eyes a bottomless pool of darkness. God, how I wanted to lose myself in them and never resurface to face the regret when morning came.
“I want it,” I said softly, rolling onto my side.
His fingers skimmed down my naked side and rested on my hip. “You want to sleep with me?”
I nodded, my mouth dry.
“Why?”
I hadn’t expected him to question my willingness and I was caught off guard, unsure how to answer. How was it that this was the same man who had taken me from the resort not so long ago? What was it that stirred such intense feelings toward him now? What was this new sensation in my chest, this new awareness that if he were to leave me I would shatter into pieces?
I knew what it was, this thing that grew inside me, but I didn’t want to admit it aloud. He’d said he had feelings for me last night, but this was different and I didn’t know how he would react if I was honest with him.
“Why?” he pressed. “You can talk to me, princess.”
I swallowed and he leaned forward, kissing me ever so lightly.
“I feel like I might be falling for you,” I said, so quietly I could barely hear myself.
He tensed and recoiled, sitting up abruptly. “Don’t say that, Iris.”
“But you said you felt something too.”
“Feeling something and falling for someone are two different things.”
