Unveiled(64)

I wither on the spot, clenching my thighs shut, shifting in a vain attempt to hold off the want ripping through me. “I can see how ready you are.” I center my attention on his cock, visibly pulsing before my eyes.

He reaches over to the bedside cabinet and slides a condom out slowly, takes it to his lips slowly, and rips it open with his teeth slowly. Then he watches me as he slides it down his hard shaft. That look is debilitating enough. It turns my blood into molten lava and my mind to mush.

“Come. To. Me.”

I shake my head, wondering why the hell I’m resisting. I’m about to explode. I keep my eyes on his, watching for his next move, seeing him widening his stance a little. I creep back some more.

A mild shake of his head, knocking his curl into place, and a minute curve of his mouth catapults my need. My whole damn body is visibly vibrating. I can’t control it. And I don’t want to. Anticipation is sending me crazy with desire, and it’s my entire fault. He purposely, threateningly jerks forward and watches with amusement as I jump back on a little gasp. “Play all you like, Olivia. I’m going to be buried inside of you within ten seconds.”

“We’ll see,” I counter cockily, but before I can anticipate his next move, he’s barreling toward me. Fast. “Shit!” I yelp, and spin over, crawling to the edge of the bed urgently, but he grabs my ankle and yanks, spinning me to my back. I’m panting in his face as he cages me in with his body, breathing down on me, steady and controlled.

“Is that the best you can do?” he asks, scanning my face until his eyes land on my lips. He moves in, and as soon as I feel the softness of his flesh brush over mine, I fly into action, catching him off guard. He’s on his back in a nanosecond, me straddling his waist, my palms holding his wrists over his head.

“Always be on your guard,” I breathe into his face before nibbling teasingly on his bottom lip. He groans, pushing his hips up into me, trying to capture my lips. I deny him, making him growl his frustration.

“Touché,” he quips, rocketing up and taking me back to beneath him. I make a feeble attempt of grabbing at his shoulders, but my hands are intercepted and pinned down. He’s smug, a sanctimonious grin on his otherworldly face. It heightens my sass and my desire. “Sweet girl, give up.”

I yell my frustration and throw everything I have into getting free. My body shoots up and over, but the feeling of free-falling hijacks my sense of determination. “Shit!” I screech as Miller stealthily spins to his back, just before we come to land on the floor with a thud. There’s no shock or distress from him, and he’s only at the disadvantage for a split second before it’s me on my back again. I yell at myself, allowing the frustration to consume me. I also ignore the suspicion that he’s relenting willingly, letting me feel as though I’m getting somewhere, before he regains the power.

He’s gazing down at my heated face, his eyes wild with passion, one hand holding both of mine over my head. “Never act out of frustration,” he whispers, dipping and taking the tip of my nipple between his teeth. I scream, totally ignoring his advice. I’m so frustrated! “Miller!” I yell, and pointlessly writhe beneath him, tossing my head from side to side as I strive to deal with the pleasure attacking me from every possible angle. “Miller, please!”

His bite drags across my sensitive nub, driving me wild. “You wanted to play, Olivia.” He kisses the tip and spreads my thighs by wrestling his knee between them and forcing them apart. “Are you regretting that?”

“Yes!”

“So now you have to beg me to stop.”

“Please!”

“Sweet girl, why do you try to deny yourself of my attention?”

My jaw tightens. “I don’t know.”

“Neither do I.” His hips shift, and he rams forward, spearing me to maximum. “Jesus!”

His shock invasion catches me by surprise but doesn’t make the full satisfaction any less gratifying. My internal muscles grab on to him with everything they have, and I squirm to free my wrists from his iron hold. “Let me hold you.”

“Shhh,” he hushes me as he braces his torso up on his arms, keeping me locked beneath him. “We do it my way, Olivia.”

I moan my despair, throwing my head back and arching my back violently. “I hate you!”

“No, you don’t,” he retaliates surely, rearing back and hovering on the edge of my passage, teasing me. “You love me.” He pushes forward a little. “You love what I can do to you.” Forward a little more. “And you love how it feels.”