"Do I have to say it again?" The coldness in his voice as he tugged harder on the back of my hair only excited me more. My body practically convulsed just thinking of what he was going to do to me. It had been so long since I saw this look in his eye, and God knows how badly I've missed it.
I moved quickly, but he was right behind me and a shriek escaped my lips when his right hand met my ass a second time. Gasping loudly, my hand immediately covered my backside from anymore unexpected slaps and I turned to glare at him.
"Don't you give me that look, this is your favorite game, remember?" Even though his question dripped of sarcasm, it was true, but still I sensed that something was off. Before we made it to the bed, he gripped my arms and pulled me back against his chest. "I asked you a question and I don't like being ignored." His forcefulness pushed any concerning thoughts to the back of my mind.
"I'm sorry, sir, yes, this is my favorite game." My answer earned me a kiss to the neck and a deep snicker. He spun me to face him and wrapped his fingers around my throat. His grip wasn't tight, just firm enough to hold me in place as he tilted my head slightly upward. His intimidating stare sent shivers down my spine as his soft lips claimed mine. The gentle, sweet kiss contradicted his dominant ways, another thing I should've questioned, but I was so excited and didn't want it to end.
"Of course it is." His fingers slipped under the straps of my bra, slowly pulling them down my shoulders. "Get this off, now."
I reached behind my back to unhook the black lacy bra and let it fall to my feet. His eyes roamed over my chest, watching me back myself onto the bed. I stared at the way he licked his lips and knelt on the bed between my legs. When he was close enough, his strong hands began kneading my breasts.
Digging my fingernails into the bedding beneath me, I whimpered. His nails raked down my abdomen to the button of my slacks, tugging it open and yanking the silky material and my underwear, swiftly down my legs. The instant they were off of my feet, his lean, muscular body hovered over mine.
My eyes closed and my jaw fell open, just watching his hand move up the inside of my thigh. Long, slender fingers slipped inside of me and as desperately as I was to hold back, I couldn't. My hips began moving along with the rhythm of his fingers. Jared leaned forward and bit down on the skin directly under my ear. Pain blurred with pleasure and pushed me to the edge. "You love this, don't you?"
"Yes!" I huffed, struggling to focus on my impending climax.
Never one to make things easy, Jared pulled his fingers away and leaned down to kiss my lips. "Don't get too frustrated, my dirty little girl, we've only just started. Flip over, I want you on your hands and knees." When he backed away to give me room, I guess he didn't realize that I saw his expression change.
There it was again, that look. Something was wrong and I just had to know what it was. My hand moved along his jaw. "Time out. What's bothering you?"
"Excuse me, no time out is needed." He tried to play it off, but it was obvious that something was wrong.
"No, Jared, I'm serious. Stop!"
He looked away and I could tell that he didn't want to tell me what was on his mind. Moving over, he sat on the edge of the bed and focused his blue eyes on mine. "Look, you know how I feel about you, Cassie."
I pulled the sheet up over myself and sat next to him, feeling my heart begin to pound. What the hell was he going to say. My brain swirled with all kinds of crazy thoughts. Did he have a change of heart? Maybe he didn't want me anymore. "Yes, and I feel the same way about you."
It amazed me how fast his demeanor could change from authoritative and commanding to calm and even unsure. "Katherine did an interview for a magazine. She went into graphic detail about our sex life."
