THE WHOLE TWENTY-MINUTE DRIVE TO my apartment is done with silence and sexual tension so thick that it’s choking. My cock is testing the strength of its confinement. With every inhale, I can smell her arousal, her desire for me, and it’s driving me insane with lust.
“Do you think we should talk about this, Cohen?” she asks weakly, like she would rather talk about anything else but knows it’s smart that we at least lay some communication out.
“What do you want me to say here, Dani-girl?”
“The truth would be nice. Is this just some game to you? Or is this more? I’m not asking for the world, Coh . . . but I don’t think that I can just give myself to you if it doesn’t mean something to you. I’m so confused with your no-and-then-yes games.”
I don’t answer right away. I need to make sure she understands me, and there is no way I can get my point across if she is staring out the window and freaking out instead of looking at me. I need to see her eyes, to know that she is here with me and not running into her head to hide.
After parking the truck, I pull my seat belt off before reaching over and undoing hers. She looks over at me sharply before I grab her and pull her into my lap. My hands instantly go towards her face so I can hold her attention. My fingertips dance against her silky hair, her cheeks feel warm against my palms, and those stunning eyes stare out at me—she looks terrified out of her mind.
“You silly girl,” I laugh. “What are you so scared of? I’m not the big, bad wolf. Although, I wouldn’t be opposed to eating you up.”
“Oh, God, that was corny,” she chuckles.
“You would like that though, wouldn’t you? Do you want me to eat you first, or do you want to be my Little Red Riding Hood and go for a long, hard ride?”
“Oh. God. Stop, Cohen. Those lines . . . They’re terrible.”
I snicker before leaning in and giving her a hard, bruising kiss. I don’t take my time, but I do make sure that, with that one kiss, I dominate her mind.
“You wanted to talk, baby, so let’s talk.” Now that I’ve loosened the mood up a little, it’s time to lay this out there so she doesn’t have any confusion that I want her.
“I don’t think I can. Not with you . . . with your . . . Jesus Christ.” She starts to rub against my erection and drops her head back to rest in my hands, which are still framing her face.
“How about this?” I groan when she starts to grind down harder against my throbbing cock. “How about we get upstairs before I fuck you in my truck? I’m ready to play, Dani-girl, and there won’t be anything quick about it. You either start talking now or get the hell up and in my bed.”
“Bed,” she pants, giving me another hard rotation of her hips against my lap.
I crush my lips against hers and help her ride out a few more rolls of her hips, pushing up against her to give her just enough friction to drive her insane, before pulling the door open and grabbing her hand.
“Last chance. Once I get you through that door, I guarantee I won’t be able to stop.”
“If you stop right now, Cohen Cage, I’m going to die.”
I laugh and bend at the waist, and with a shoulder to her belly, she’s up and over as I take off up the four flights of stairs as fast as I can with her giggles trailing behind us.