Dirty Delilah(33)

Oh God, she didn’t want to stop touching him but…oh God. How did he know? How could he know that what he was doing was only making her want him more? Pushing all her buttons. Turning her on. Arousal washed over her and the heat made her tighten her thighs, desperate for more contact. For the pressure she knew could help alleviate the ache inside her.

John leaned back, away from her questing mouth and chuckle roughly. “A kiss, Trudy. That’s all you asked for and all you’re getting tonight.”

“What?”

She struggled in surprise but he didn’t loosen his grip on her wrists. Didn’t stop smiling. “What the hell is this?”

“This is a taste of what’s coming. And a challenge.”

He knew she could never resist a challenge.

Damn it.

“I’m listening.”

“I hope you are.” His grip tightened momentarily on her wrists, making her gasp…making her wet. He bit his lip. “I don’t see the point in denying it when it’s clear we still have something between us. Unfinished business. You still want me. I still want you…”

And it was still an impossible situation. “John, I—”

“Hush,” he reprimanded lightly, leaning forward to bite her chin in a gentle warning. “Two weeks, Trudy. You’re here for two weeks. I know you feel the need to sort Jefferson out and you want to help your friend get her story. All while you get ready for your life to change forever. But other than that, for as long as you’re here…say you’ll be mine.”

“Yours?”

He nodded. “In every way. You’ll come with me wherever I want to take you. Do whatever I ask you to do, and unless you draw a line or tell me to stop, I’ll be asking for a lot.”

This sounded… “John, are you negotiating with me?” How did he find out? Had he talked to Caroline when she was with her brother? “Are you…are you asking me to…?”

“Give in. Submit.” His expression was hard and resolved. His free hand slid up her ribcage and caressed one heavy breast, as if he couldn’t help himself. She pushed into his hand instinctively. “I’m not asking for strings. This ends the day you leave and without any regrets. I’m asking you to give yourself to me, Trudy. The way we both know you’re dying to.”

Cocky, arrogant—irresistible. “Just sex?”

His smile was dangerous. “Oh no. This is going to be so much more than just sex, Trouble. I think you know it. The question is, after all these years, are you still brave enough to say yes?”