Page 60 of Total Shutdown

Fuck, Jesus.

That night we spent together, she didn’t suck my dick, but in this moment, it’s all I can think about as she swallows her first sip.

“Good?” I ask. Only able to manage a single gravelly word.

In a move I don’t expect, she holds the glass out to me, nodding once. “I think so. Give it a try.”

I tip my chin at the other mojito sitting on the bar. “I could just try this one.”

She continues holding the glass out to me, her other hand maneuvering the straw around so I can use it. “I mean, you could. But that one could taste completely different.”

Without saying another word, I duck my head and take a pull from the cocktail.

She instinctively wets her lips. I know she’s horny—we both are. I know we’re desperate for round two, and I know she wants more than just to fuck me. I thought the chemistry between us in the Botanic Garden was fire. But this, tonight? The charge settling around us is enough to power Brooklyn for a month. On the ice, I feel alive, my body ready for anything, responsive and tuned in. Though it’s nothing compared to the arousal coursing through my veins right now. Collins has always had this effect on me. It’s just, now, I’m struggling to keep a lid on acting out what I want to do.

And right now, that’s pinning her to the nearest wall and fucking her goddamn brains out.

Six out of ten, my ass.

“So?” she finally asks.

I take one more sip and pull back, and she sets the glass on the bar. We’re barely speaking, and I like that since I’ve come to realize Collins’s words often contradict her body language.

“Delicious,” I finally add.

She wets her lips again, and my willpower to keep away—the voice of reason and protection that said no to sex without strings—snaps. Alyssa’s words from the conversation we just had drives me forward too.

There can be nothing bad about the way I’m feeling.

Grabbing her hand, I lead her down a dimly lit hallway directly behind where she was standing. I know we’ve abandoned our drinks, but I couldn’t care less.

“Sawyer, w-what are you doing?” she asks from behind me, her voice quiet, but I can hear it since we’re away from people and the beating music.

“Taking control,” I growl, coming to a stop and spinning her around until her back meets the wall.

I’m pressed up against her, and I know she can feel the effect the past few minutes have had on me as my dick presses into her navel.

Collins looks up at me. All the fire and sass she usually carries are gone, and in their place is need.

I take a slow, deliberate look down her body and grip her chin with my hand, my other on her hip, holding her firmly. I know she likes to be held in this way.

“Last time we fucked, I went too easy on you. That’s not what you like though, is it?”

She continues to stare up at me, and I release her hip, slapping my palm hard against the wall above us.

“Is it, Collins?” I repeat, tagging her name on because I want a fucking answer.

And because I know dominance turns her on.

“You like a power struggle, don’t you?” I speak again, my voice raspy. “Is that what would rank me higher than a six? If I pinned you against a wall like this and fucked you while you told me it wasn’t enough? You’d demand I screwed you harder, and when I was finally nailing you with your legs spread wide and your pussy aching from the force of my cock, you’d come all over me. Wouldn’t you?”

My splayed palm above her head forms a fist.

“Talk to me, Collins.”

“I would.”

Two words, breathless and needy, set my blood on fire.