Page 107 of Sugar

There was nothing blank about the desire in his dark eyes as he raptly watched his hand cup my bare skin. His rough thumb stretched up to circle my hardened nipple as goosebumps spread across my exposed flesh.

Dipping, his teasing tongue followed the same path his thumb had.

My heavy lids shot open as my dress was readjusted back over my breasts—though my bra remained folded under like an obscene shelf. My hands automatically clutched at him and a frantic plea hovered, but he wasn’t attempting to stop.

Instead, he sucked my nipple into his mouth over the fabric. He bit down and flicked the sensitive nub before shifting away. “I can see your pretty pink nipples.” He looked at me through hooded eyes. “I’ve spent weeks wondering if I’d be able to. Fucking obsessing.”

“Please,” I begged on a whisper.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

But he was wrong. I knewexactlywhat I was asking for.

For more of his filthy words. For him to touch me. Taste me. Fill me. Fuck me.

For him to give me everything thatI’dbeen obsessing about.

“Please,” I begged again, my voice firmer that time.

“I’m not fucking you, Madeline.” His rejection didn’t have time to sink in and sting before he continued. “Not tonight. Not when you’ve been drinking. Not before we’ve talked, and you understand what that means.”

“I do understand,” I rushed out. I didn’t. Not really. But I took an educated—and extremely hopeful—guess. “That our agreement is extending again, but I still need to do what you say. Yes. I agree.”

At the tightness in his body and the stretching silence, doubt infiltrated the lust haze clouding my brain. I could’ve been way off with the conclusion I’d leapt to with the skill of an Olympic long jumper. For all I knew, he wanted to make it clear that it was a one-time occurrence. Or casual. Or that it would involve some terms and stipulations I couldn’t even begin to speculate.

I tried to backpedal before I ruined everything. “Forget I said any of that.”

“Don’t.”

“Easton—”

“It’s too late.”

Crushing disappointment sank in my belly.

I was about to get everything I’ve secretly wanted, and I fucked it up.

But it wasn’t anger or disgust on his handsome face. It was barely restrained darkness. He clutched the comforter like it was his control, and his bunched shoulders rose and fell with the effort. “It’s too late to take that back. And I’m sure as fuck not forgetting it. Make no mistake, I plan to fuck you in every single way I’ve been fantasizing about, but like I said, not tonight.” There was a challenge in his stare down as he waited for me to argue.

I was beyond turned on and to the point of restless pain. But I wasn’t about to make things worse, so I pressed my lips closed.

“Good girl,” he muttered, and that did not help the situation. I was already in danger of combusting before he moved down the bed and inched my skirt up, going torturously slow. “Thatdeserves a reward for both of us. You get to come, and I finally get to taste if your pussy is as sweet as I think it is.”

Both of those sounded like rewards for me, but I wasn’t arguing.

Even if I wanted to, I lost the ability to speak when he hooked his fingers in the side of my panties and slid them down my legs. “Spread, baby. Show me what’s mine. What I control.”

My thighs trembled as I parted them, and my breath seized in my lungs.

Easton’s gravelly voice was filled with awe. “Every part of you, Maddie. Every single part of you is perfection. So fucking pretty, it hurts.”

With those oddly tender yet insanely hot words, he dropped his head to consume me. There was no other description for it. His tongue speared in to taste and take, and he shoved his hand under my ass to tilt my pelvis up to give himself more access. He groaned low and deep like it was him finding pleasure in the way he worked me.

The desire that’d been growing since the first time I’d seen him built to towering heights as he added a thumb to my clit. My hips rocked, and I wasn’t sure if I was trying to get away from the overwhelming sensation or trying to get more of it. But that decision wasn’t mine. I wasn’t in control.

He used the hand on my pelvis to pin me to the mattress. Forcing me to take what he gave. Getting me just to the edge before easing away until I would’ve sold my soul to have it.

Or sold myself to him all over again.