He pulled my fingers into his mouth. His tongue twirled around them, hot, demanding, reminding me how he’d done it to my pussy.

I groaned. “Gray.”

“Tell me more, Snitch. Tell me to keep going.” He dragged me back to him, wrapping his body around mine, pulling me against his hard cock, sliding a hand beneath my panties.

It felt like an apology, a surrender.

Like what he was really asking was for me to say it was okay, what had happened before was okay. And the thing was…I was so close to it, so close to giving in.

“Fuck you’re wet.” He bit my ear at the same time he thrust. The pain and pleasure colliding. “God I love your pussy.”

He grasped my breast harshly, not giving me a chance to respond. I sighed as his lips found my neck, then my ear, biting and pulling on the lobe. Leaving marks only he and I would know about. Ripping a gasp from me.

So close to giving in once more…but I shoved him off.

Breaths heavy between us.

“No.”

He arched a brow.

“You take and take and take.”

Both eyebrows popped up. “You weren’t saying that when you were screaming more, thighs digging into my head.”

My face was hot, and I prayed it was too dark to see my embarrassment.

“No kissing,” I said. “No looking into your eyes. Who was my orgasm for, Gray?” Something flickered in his eyes, but it was gone before I could see. “You take but pretend you’re giving.”

He stretched his neck, raising chiseled golden arms. “If you want my cock, just ask for it, Snitch.”

I know what he’s doing. I’m starting to see through it. He thinks if he’s crude and brash it will scare me away. Because then no one gets close to Grayson Crowne. Grayson Crowne holds the key to his heart, his soul, and if you happen to stumble too close to the gate, he throws the key in the fucking sewer and acts like it never existed.

“Would you really give it to me?” I rubbed over his sweats, along the hard, tapered outline of his cock. “I think you won’t.”

“Go for it,” he said, sounding choked.

“What if I said I wanted you inside me? Isn’t that what you’re waiting for?”

His back was rigid against the bed, but his eyes were locked on mine, burning. Searing. Jaw clenched so tight.

I slid my fingers beneath the waistband, grasping hot flesh. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and my fingers barely fit around his girth.

“You don’t want me to look you in the eyes. You don’t want me to kiss you. You don’t want me.”

I climbed down his chest, further down until I was at his jutting hips, his hard cock.