Walking straight toward her like a man possessed, he grabbed her hips and lifted her enough to walk her backward, pinning her to the wall. Her eyes opened wide as she leaned her head back, flattening her palms on either side of her. If she gave him the okay, he’d have her in bed for sure. Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he placed his palm on her chest right beneath her collarbone. His hand lifted and lowered with her quick, shallow breaths; he slowly inched it up until he cradled her chin and neck. Her skin was soft and silken, like he’d known it would be. His erection swelled almost painfully against his jeans, and as he nestled it against her tummy, he could feel the heat from her sex. Slowly, he licked his lips and lowered his mouth until it hovered above hers. “Want to play a game?”
“Wh-what?” she asked breathlessly.
Her stare bored into his as he bunched up the bottom of her skirt until he could see a sexy-as-hell pair of red lace panties. He wanted, no, he needed to see what was beneath those panties.
“What are you doing?” she asked, making no move to stop him.
“What I’m doing is getting us ready for our game, baby. This game is called Wet and Get. I’m going to stick my hand in those cock-tease panties of yours, and if I find that you’re not wet, I’ll walk out of this house right now.” He pointed his thumb toward the front door.
She opened her mouth to say something, but he quickly leaned down and bit her bottom lip, hard. As her eyes widened, he released her lip and soothed the spot with his tongue. “But if I find that your sweet little pussy is nice and wet for me, and judging how you’re rubbing your thighs together I’m pretty positive it is, then I finally get it.” He squeezed her mound to emphasize his point. “And darlin’, you have no idea how much I want you.”
“We… We can’t,” she whispered pitifully, as if the words hurt her.
“Why the hell not?” He let out a frustrated sigh. It took every bit of restraint he had to keep himself from slowly rubbing his cock against her. “I know you’re hurting, and I know you want me as badly as I want you. Please, darlin’, let me be the one to stop your ache.”
She practically moaned at his words. “I’m married. I’m married to your brother.” She emphasized that point like he’d somehow forgotten his shit luck. As if he could ever forget the one woman who made his heart thunder had promised herself to someone else. Someone not worthy of her.
“If you can tell me, honestly, that you don’t want this”- he pushed against her with his erection – “then I’ll stop right now and leave. But tell the truth and don’t run from it for once. We both know we need each other, for what reason, I have no fucking clue, but it’s the truth.” Rubbing his nose against hers, he lowered his voice to a whisper. “You want to know a secret?” He leaned forward and slowly took her earlobe between his teeth, smiling at her hungry moan before murmuring in her ear, “Dean’s a little twat, and he doesn’t deserve you. If he treated you well, that’d be one thing, but I know he doesn’t because I’ve fucking seen it, and you’re too good to try to get out. You tell me, right now, that you don’t feel what we have, and I’ll walk out that door.”
Her throat moved as she swallowed, her breathing heavy and ragged. After a brief stare-down, she finally spoke. “Of course I want you. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my entire life.” She lowered her eyes toward her panties as if silently daring him. Dare taken, baby. He placed his forehead against hers, lightly slid his fingertips underneath the elastic top of her panties, and continued downward.