York nodded. “I know you don’t want me here. I came to apologize.”
They had to stand close so that they could whisper and understand one another. Then again, it was probably mainly for her benefit since he had superhuman abilities. “Apologize…So you keep saying.”
York took a deep breath before running a hand over the light cover of hair on his head. “I was an idiot.” His eyes locked with hers. “I was trying to get you to say the word.”
“You were trying to get me to say pumpkin?” She could feel that her brow was furrowed, that her eyes were wide.
York grinned and actually gave a little snicker. “No wonder you were laughing earlier. It is a strange ass word to use as a safe word. Trust Gideon.” He shook his head.
Cassidy found herself smiling despite the situation.
Then York’s eyes were back on her and she swallowed back her smile. Her breathing actually hitched. “No.” Husky and deep. It did things to her that it really shouldn’t. “Not that word, the other one.”
“What other one?” She felt her frown deepen.
He looked at her pointedly.
“Oh, that one.” Her voice came out sounding a little high pitched. “Why would you want me to say that one?” She said it without thinking.
York swallowed thickly. His Adam’s apple worked overtime and he shoved his hands into his pockets. “I really wanted to touch you. I know you wanted me, yet you wouldn’t say the word.”
It didn’t make any sense. The big oaf was probably just used to getting what he wanted. His ego was bruised because she was one of the few women to ever actually say no to him. Maybe even the only one. “Look, York, just because you have women running after you twenty four seven doesn’t mean you can have me.”
York took his hands out of his pockets and folded his arms across his chest, his eyes dropped to her mouth and then to her breasts.
Oh crap! She was wearing her pajamas which comprised of sleeping shorts and a t-shirt with a little cartoon kitty across the front. It was tight and she wasn’t wearing a bra. Double crap!
Cassidy folded her arms across her chest. His nostrils flared and she squeezed her legs closed. Triple crap, she also wasn’t wearing panties and she was dripping wet.
They flared again as he inhaled deeply. “Explain to me why you are so damned turned on and have been since you first realized that it was me in your room. Even through your extreme fear, I could scent your arousal. You want me.”
“I don’t damn well want you and I don’t need your pity orgasm, thank you.”
“Orgasms.” He gave added emphasis to ensure that she could hear that it was plural, which irritated her because her clit throbbed as he said the word.
“For the record.” His eyes hardened up, his jaw was tense. Cassidy took a step back. “I would not have touched you out of pity. I would’ve touched you because I was rock fucking hard for you just as I am right now. I would’ve touched you because you are one of the sexiest females I have ever seen. Your scent, your soft skin…” His voice was a deep growl. Low and dangerous. Simmering and seductive. She didn’t think that he meant to sound that way but he did…in spades. “I was desperate to hear you say it, desperate to touch you.” His eyes dropped to her mouth. “More than to just touch you.” His chest heaved with each ragged breath. “The things I want to do to you.”
They both stood there for a few long seconds and she realized that he was waiting for her to speak. “Oh.” Stupid thing to say after he’d broken into her room. After he had just said all of those things.
York took a small step towards her and she had to force herself to stand her ground. “Well then.”
“Well then what?” She managed to squeak out.
“Which word is it going to be? Pumpkin”—he gave a small smile—“and I leave, or tiger”—he sucked in a deep breath—“and I stay.” Her insides turned to mush.
“You can’t be serious.” She realized that she was panting softly. Her hands shook so she curled them up tight, folding her arms tighter against herself.
“I’ve never been more serious about anything in my entire life.”
“What about your place in the program?” She was grasping at straws. Desperate to find a way to make him leave because she wasn’t sure she could say no. Her body felt tight. So needy that she felt like she might burst at any second.
York shrugged. “I’ve been kicked out of the program.” He licked his lips. “Pick a word little human. I can’t wait to lick you…I only wish I could hear you scream my name when you cum,” he whispered.