“I know what you’re thinking, sugar.”
She’d missed hearing him call her by that endearment. Yet her defiance rose to the surface. Giving him the respect he commanded was one thing, but letting him act like he knew what she was thinking? Could she handle that? “Really? Okay. What am I thinking?”
He laid his hands on the car, trapping her between them. “You’re wondering if my brother and I are the men you’ve waited for.” His expression bore into her as though he could see into her very soul. “You’re wondering if we have what it takes to make you ours.”
He’d aimed his words like arrows shot from a bow and had hit the bull’s-eye. “You’re full of yourself, aren’t you?”
“Naw. I just know what I know.”
“And you think you know me? After one night?”
He pushed away and she almost reached out to force him back.
“Do you want to know what you are?”
“Sure. Go ahead.” She put her hands behind her back, leaning against the car and keeping him from seeing how nervous she was to hear his answer.
“You’re a natural sub.”
“A sub? As in submissive? Like those women who like to get tied up?” She shook her head and let out a shaky chuckle. “Wow. You are beyond wrong. I’m a cop. I don’t submit to anyone.”
“Yes you do. You submitted to my brother and me that night and you will again.” He came at her so fast that it made her jump. Tunneling both his hands through her hair, he took her face between his palms and stared at her, his jaw muscle clenching. “Look at you. You’re not resisting at all.”
She started to complain, tried to make herself push him away, but when he crushed his mouth to hers, every thought of resisting was gone. Instead, her nipples hardened and the ache between her legs that had started the moment she’d recognized him grew hotter, wilder. His tongue savaged her mouth, rushing blood to pound in her ears. If he’d told her to fall to her knees and beg him to take her, she would’ve done just that.
Was he right? Was she ready to submit to him? She’d been drinking that first night, but she was stone-cold sober now and wanting him just as much. Every dream she’d had of Paul and Destin had included them dominating her, but she’d thought that was only sex dreams. Yet hadn’t she come to them, hoping they’d take control again? She needed them to take charge, needed to let go of the pain, and hated the burden of guilt that she’d shouldered for far too long.
Instead of intensifying, his kiss lessened and he pulled back to give her a look filled with hunger. Then he kissed her a second time, lightly brushing his lips against hers. She moaned and clung to him, digging her nails into his denim shirt.
He took her mouth again, covering hers and drawing her tongue into his mouth. Sucking, he played with hers, and lifted his hand to place over her breast. She pushed her chest out, rubbing the other taut nipple against him.
When he stepped back, she almost fell forward, this time really stretching out her arms to bring him back. “No. Don’t stop.”
“Trying to get me to do what you want isn’t a good idea, sugar. But don’t worry. You’ll learn our ways in time.”
She fought to keep from shouting at him. He had to know the turmoil he’d caused inside her, so why was he taking away her chance of easing the craving he’d started?
“Take your jeans down to your ankles.”
“What? Here? Out in the open?”
As he’d done before, he cocked his head at her. “Listen, sugar. It’s your choice. Neither Paul nor I will ever force you to do anything you don’t want to do. So, if you can’t handle our giving the orders or if you don’t want us to take charge, then say so right now. Just remember that if you tell us to stop, we’ll do it, but you’ll lose the one thing you seek. Freedom to let go. Freedom to give in and feel safe while you do it. Freedom to let us give you more pleasure than you’ve ever known.”
“I don’t understand.” She was torn. Letting go sounded wonderful, yet frightening.
“Like I said. Give it time. But until then, make your decision. Do it. And don’t forget how you should speak to me and my brother.”
“I don’t know what you want from me.” Tears sprang to her eyes, the emotions she’d held in check for so long threatening to take over. Years of training, of fighting to make the male officers treat her as their equal, of finding her way in the world as a strong woman rushed to the surface. What was she doing? She wasn’t a weak woman who’d let a man command her to do whatever he wanted.