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trying to embarrass me?”
“No.” His lashes lowered a little over his eyes. “I was just hoping you might have given it some thought.”
“I . . . did.”
“And?” he prompted.
“Well, I guess I’m still having a hard time believing that the, um, pleasure you’re offering would be worth the . . . stress.”
There was so much heat in his heavy-lidded gaze, she felt burned. “You won’t know that until you try me out, Reese. You might find it’s worth the restless night we both just had.”
It wasn’t so much his words as his tone, but suddenly all the pieces started clicking together. She’d been so close to coming last night. If he’d touched her clit, she’d have gone over screaming. But he hadn’t, and now she was pretty sure she knew why. He
wanted
her on edge, aching for it, unable to get him out of her mind
.
Moving into the archway, she crossed her arms over her chest and held his stare. “Why didn’t you make me . . .
come
last night?” Once the words were out of her mouth, she couldn’t believe she’d found the guts to say them, but was feeling pretty proud of herself. And pretty irritated, too.
He went still, but didn’t look away, his gaze locked hard and tight with hers.
“Were you . . . You did it on purpose, didn’t you? To keep me on edge?”
He moved to his feet, his cut abs rippling with the movement, arms hanging loose at his sides. The guy was so freaking sexy it should have been illegal. Instead of denying her accusation, he simply raised a hand to scratch his dark jaw and asked, “Is it working?”
Reese bit her lip, hating that he could look so calm when she was shaking apart inside. And then she lowered her gaze, staring at the rigid bulge trapped inside his jeans, and something inside her loosened at the proof that he was on edge, too. There were no other women here, which meant that breathtaking erection was all for her, and she almost licked her lips, the thrill surging through her veins as intoxicating as a drug. “Yes. It’s working.”
He made a thick sound, and she watched as that firm ridge got even bigger, the head poking out from the top of his waistband. Dark, flushed, and gleaming, it was as round and full as a ripe plum. He didn’t move toward her, but he fisted his hands at his sides, squeezing until ropy veins stood out beneath the golden skin of his forearms and biceps, his hard, masculine beauty making her want to do crazy, irresponsible, stupid things. Like walk across the hardwood floor, drop to her knees, and try to take that massive thing inside her mouth, suckling and tasting, doing everything she could to drive him mad, until he exploded against her tongue and cursed something dirty in that deep, decadent voice that made her melt.
But whom was she trying to fool? All he had to do was look at her and she melted, her sex going moist and warm and ready.
The question was, did she feel like being used?
Obviously, it wasn’t a situation any woman would seek. But then, it wasn’t every day that a woman like her got the chance to get down and dirty with a guy like Ben Hudson. Could she really just walk away and tell him no, without finding out what it would be like? It seemed like such an impossible feat, because she wanted to experience the reality of being under him, that long hard body pressing her down, with a desperation that bordered on craving. Wanted to know what it felt like when he pushed that big cock into her body and fucked her into one screaming orgasm after another. She might get her heart bruised when he left, but would the pleasure be worth it?
She wished to God she knew the answer.
It wasn’t easy, but Reese somehow forced her gaze away from the heavy head of his cock and back up to his gorgeous face. Rubbing her hands over her arms, she said, “I keep telling myself that I just need to tell you no, but I
want
to say yes. I . . . I just don’t know if I could do a casual relationship. I’ve never had a
“No.” His lashes lowered a little over his eyes. “I was just hoping you might have given it some thought.”
“I . . . did.”
“And?” he prompted.
“Well, I guess I’m still having a hard time believing that the, um, pleasure you’re offering would be worth the . . . stress.”
There was so much heat in his heavy-lidded gaze, she felt burned. “You won’t know that until you try me out, Reese. You might find it’s worth the restless night we both just had.”
It wasn’t so much his words as his tone, but suddenly all the pieces started clicking together. She’d been so close to coming last night. If he’d touched her clit, she’d have gone over screaming. But he hadn’t, and now she was pretty sure she knew why. He
wanted
her on edge, aching for it, unable to get him out of her mind
.
Moving into the archway, she crossed her arms over her chest and held his stare. “Why didn’t you make me . . .
come
last night?” Once the words were out of her mouth, she couldn’t believe she’d found the guts to say them, but was feeling pretty proud of herself. And pretty irritated, too.
He went still, but didn’t look away, his gaze locked hard and tight with hers.
“Were you . . . You did it on purpose, didn’t you? To keep me on edge?”
He moved to his feet, his cut abs rippling with the movement, arms hanging loose at his sides. The guy was so freaking sexy it should have been illegal. Instead of denying her accusation, he simply raised a hand to scratch his dark jaw and asked, “Is it working?”
Reese bit her lip, hating that he could look so calm when she was shaking apart inside. And then she lowered her gaze, staring at the rigid bulge trapped inside his jeans, and something inside her loosened at the proof that he was on edge, too. There were no other women here, which meant that breathtaking erection was all for her, and she almost licked her lips, the thrill surging through her veins as intoxicating as a drug. “Yes. It’s working.”
He made a thick sound, and she watched as that firm ridge got even bigger, the head poking out from the top of his waistband. Dark, flushed, and gleaming, it was as round and full as a ripe plum. He didn’t move toward her, but he fisted his hands at his sides, squeezing until ropy veins stood out beneath the golden skin of his forearms and biceps, his hard, masculine beauty making her want to do crazy, irresponsible, stupid things. Like walk across the hardwood floor, drop to her knees, and try to take that massive thing inside her mouth, suckling and tasting, doing everything she could to drive him mad, until he exploded against her tongue and cursed something dirty in that deep, decadent voice that made her melt.
But whom was she trying to fool? All he had to do was look at her and she melted, her sex going moist and warm and ready.
The question was, did she feel like being used?
Obviously, it wasn’t a situation any woman would seek. But then, it wasn’t every day that a woman like her got the chance to get down and dirty with a guy like Ben Hudson. Could she really just walk away and tell him no, without finding out what it would be like? It seemed like such an impossible feat, because she wanted to experience the reality of being under him, that long hard body pressing her down, with a desperation that bordered on craving. Wanted to know what it felt like when he pushed that big cock into her body and fucked her into one screaming orgasm after another. She might get her heart bruised when he left, but would the pleasure be worth it?
She wished to God she knew the answer.
It wasn’t easy, but Reese somehow forced her gaze away from the heavy head of his cock and back up to his gorgeous face. Rubbing her hands over her arms, she said, “I keep telling myself that I just need to tell you no, but I
want
to say yes. I . . . I just don’t know if I could do a casual relationship. I’ve never had a
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