Right Man, Right Time (The Vancouver Agitators, #3)(72)

But as his grip on my waist grows tighter, I know he did.

His scruffy jaw rubs against my smooth cheek as he swipes his thumb against my breast again.

I grind down on my teeth, telling myself I won’t moan. Not for him, not when he’s trying to prove a point.

But when he does it again, this time closer to my nipple, I exhale sharply and lower my forehead to the wall.

I can practically feel his smile of satisfaction as he moves his hand back down my stomach, causing it to hollow out as he brings his fingers to the edge of my thong and slowly slides them under.

Fuck me.

I want it.

I want him.

I want his fingers inside me.

His cock.

His mouth.

I back my hips up into his pelvis, and I’m fully satisfied to feel him hard. He might be torturing me, but at least he’s torturing himself as well.

“You know you want me,” I say. “I’ve been feeling it all night.”

He doesn’t answer. He removes his hand from my thong and proceeds up my stomach again. This time, he runs his hand over my breast, barely caressing my nipple, and goes all the way up until he’s gripping my throat.

A wave of arousal hits me so hard that I know if he just touched me once, I’d come. That’s how turned on I am. That’s how much he owns me at this moment.

That’s why I’m falling into the way he plays with me.

Holding my neck tight, he whispers, “Swallow.”

Unsure of what’s going on, I do as he says, and I swallow.

He lightly moans into my ear and says, “That’s what it would feel like if my dick was in your mouth. But you would take me deep, wouldn’t you?”

“Y-Yes,” I say.

His hand on my waist now twists around to the front and slides to the spot just above my slit. Right now, with him gripping my neck, toying with me in a way that has me so hot and bothered that I feel like I could explode, I know he owns me. I might have played with him earlier, but that was nothing compared to what he’s doing to me now.

“Ask for it,” he says, his lips running along my cheek.

“Ask for what?” I say, barely able to breathe from my pounding heart.

“What you want.” He slides his fingers even closer, and I squeeze my eyes shut.

Fuck I want it.

So badly, I’m willing to put aside all of the frustration, the contract, and the entire night, just to come on his hand.

“Touch me,” I whisper.

“Where?” he asks.

I swallow again, and he hums in approval. “Everywhere,” I answer just as he growls and slides his finger down my slit.

“Soaking,” he says as his finger connects with my clit.

“Yes,” I moan and rest my head against his shoulder. “Fuck me with your fingers.”

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” he says, his voice turning menacing again, and before I can reply, he removes his hand and releases me.

I fall into the wall, empty, cold . . . unsatisfied.

I stand there, stunned, panting . . . in need of release so bad that I place my arm over my breasts to conceal them and turn around to face him.

“You prick,” I say. “I never pushed you that far.”

He drags his hand over his mouth as his eyes trail down my body. “I told you not to fuck with me.”

He moves past me and heads toward the door. “Is this all some kind of game to you?” I ask, walking down the hallway as well, keeping my breasts covered because he doesn’t deserve to see them.

“You made it a game tonight,” he says, turning on me.

“I made it a game?” I ask. “You’re the one who threatened me tonight and forced me to join you.”

“I wouldn’t have had to force you if you had abided by the contract.”

“You didn’t even need my help anyway. I saw the way you were sitting so intimately with Sarah.”

His eyes turn murderous as he says, “I told her to get the fuck away from me. What part of that don’t you understand?”

“The part where you allowed her to touch your inner thigh. And why did you even need me there? I was useless.”

“You were anything but useless,” he yells.

“Prove it. What could I have possibly offered—”

“A shield,” he yells. “You were my goddamn shield. I don’t want to be around Sarah, I don’t even want to be near her, especially since Posey said she’s trying to win me back.” He takes a deep breath and pulls on the back of his neck. “I don’t . . . I don’t want her knowing she has a chance. That’s what you’re for. That’s what this was all about. It’s not my goddamn fault that you’re using me a different way, a way to get ahead.”

My eyes narrow. “I told you I wasn’t going to do that article. Jesus, Silas. Are you even listening to yourself?”

“Are you listening to yourself? Fuck, Ollie. I told you I don’t want Sarah. If I want anyone at this fucking point, it’s you.” Frustrated, he growls out an angry “Fuck” before he heads toward the door again.

“Wait,” I say, running up to him and standing in front of the door.

In a defeated voice, he says, “Move.”

“No, I’m not going to let you leave like this.”