Can't Touch This (Can't Touch This #1)

“I want it in inches.” I pushed my cock against her ass again.

“In inches?”

“Seems a good measurement.” I laughed. “Seeing as you’re about to get all the inches I possess.”

“Suddenly my powers of conversation have been replaced with an overwhelming need to sample those inches rather than just discuss them.”

I chuckled. “Oh, really? Is there something you want from me, Ms. Fairfax?”

Her ass pushed backward, activating the heavy throb in my balls. “I can think of one thing I want very much.”

“And what if I want to give you something different first?”

“Like what?”

“Oh, I dunno. How about something to sweeten the girlfriend deal? How about I wash your hair for you?” I kissed her nape, following the beads of her spine down to her shoulder blades.

She moaned as I licked my way back up.

“Aww, you’d do that for me?”

I kissed her ear. “I’m guessing I’d do just about anything for you now. You’ve put quite a spell on me.”

“Sweet talking disguised as persistence.” She shivered dramatically.

“Only when I know what I want.”

“Oh, I like that. Say that again.”

“What? What I want?”

Her head lolled back to rest on my shoulder. “Yes.” She paused. “Tell me what you want.”

My arms tightened around her. “You. I want you, Vesper. I want you so fucking much I can barely breathe with needing to be inside you.” I drove my hard cock into the crack of her ass. “You’re mine. I want to hear you say it.”

Her hips rocked backward, pressing against me. “So many demands today.”

I bit her earlobe. “Say it.”

“That I’m yours?”

I nodded, shaking my head a little the way a dog would with its prey, ensuring my teeth sank into her ear with just enough pressure. “Yes.”

When she took her damn time, my hands wrapped around her breasts, pinching her nipples. “Do it, or I’ll have to force you.”

She gasped as my touch dropped down her flat stomach, grabbing her between the legs. “Say it, or I’ll take this the way I want to take it.”

A gush of warm silk doused my fingers from her desire. My cock grew impossibly harder. “You like that? Being threatened?” Inserting a finger inside her, she gave up decorum and panted.

“Yes. Hell yes.”

“You want to know what I’ll do to you if you don’t agree to be mine?”

She nodded, her lips parting as I inserted another finger. The fact I’d been inside this woman almost made me come against her back. I pressed on the ridges of her inner walls, causing more arousal to coat my fingers—so different to the cool water we stood in.

“If you don’t say you’re mine, I’m going to march you to the water’s edge, shove you onto all fours, and mount you.” My nose nuzzled her wet hair as my heart jackhammered at the image. “I wouldn’t tease you. I wouldn’t touch you. I’d just line up behind you like a feral animal and slam inside you so fucking hard, so fucking deep, you’d scream.”

A guttural groan tumbled from her lips.