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His best friend.
Holding both her wrists captive with one hand, he traced the curves of her body, memorizing the way her soft, smooth skin felt under his rough fingertips. Everywhere he touched, goose bumps rose, and he slowly traced a path toward her left nipple. It puckered and hardened, begging for his touch, and who the hell was he to deny her?
He always gave her what she asked for.
Scraping the side of his thumbnail against it, he circled the hard bud. She whimpered into his mouth, arching her back and tugging on her arms. She was restless, and her need vibrated off of her, feeding his own. He broke off the kiss and nibbled a path down her neck, still not releasing her wrists.
“Steven,” she breathed, her voice soft and pleading. “Please. Let me touch you.”
He shook his head. “No.”
“But—”
“I said no,” he growled in reply, gripping her ass and hauling her against his hard dick roughly. “You feel that?”
She nodded frantically.
“One touch from you, and it’ll be over. I want you too damn badly to let you touch me right now. So you’ll wait till I tell you that you can, and that won’t be until I worship your body completely. It won’t be until you’re quivering and sweating and crying from the pleasure I’ve already given you.” He rolled his hips against her, pressing against her clit. “Understood?”
Again, she nodded frantically, her hands curling into fists.
“I’m going to let go of you now, so I can use both hands to fuck you properly, but if you touch me, if you move without my permission…I stop.” He dug his fingers into the side of her ass possessively, and nipped at the side of her neck. “Got it?”
A small moan escaped her, but she nodded. “I’m going to get you back for this. One way or another, I will.”
Doubtful, but he would allow her to keep her little revenge plan. “If you say so.”
He let go. She didn’t move.
Without wasting a second, he closed his palms over both her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and pointer fingers as he took her mouth again. She moaned and writhed beneath him, but she didn’t move her hands. When he pinched her nipples, she curled her legs around his waist.
He should pull free, since he hadn’t told her to do that, and he was in control. But…he didn’t want to. She felt way too damn good, wrapped all around him. He pressed even closer to her, his bare dick teasing her core and his teeth digging into her lower lip, and she strained against him.
For some reason, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he would never get close enough to her for satisfaction. And that was the craziest part of this whole thing. That all these years, this combustible passion had just been sitting there, waiting to be lit.
And he hadn’t even seen it.
He slid down her body, licking her sweet, damp skin as he went. Her shoulder. Over her heart, which raced. He paused over her tits, unable to resist drawing a deep pink bud into his mouth. He sucked hard, slipping his hands between her legs as he did so.
The second he touched her clit, she cried out and lifted her hips, breathing heavily. When he thrust two fingers inside her wet heat, she screamed, “God. Yes.”
He stopped, his fingers still buried inside her. All he could hear was the steady, rushed thumping of his heartbeat. It demanded he stop playing games and take her, but he ignored it. “What did I tell you?”
She stiffened. “I didn’t move my hands. I swear it.”
“I know.” He pressed a thumb to her clit, applying enough pressure to drive her higher up the crest, but not over it. “You said ‘God.’ He’s not here, I am.”
She made a frustrated sound and moved her hips restlessly. “Steven.”
“Say it again.” He pulled his fingers out, hovering at her entrance. “Say it, and I’ll let you come.”
Her nostrils flared. “Let me come?”
“Yeah.” He teased her clit with his thumb, tracing it lightly. “Hard. Fast.”
“Oh my—gah.” She cut herself off in the nick of time. She looked like she was two seconds from killing him or fucking him. “Steven.”
“My Steven.” He buried his face in her neck and flicked his tongue over her racing pulse. “I like that.”