to give yourself to. And I don’t mean your body. You don’t trust anyone with that precious control you cling so tightly to.”
She flat-out glared at me.
“It’s true, isn’t it? I’m not vain or stupid enough to think I’m the only man whose body you want. But I do know I’m the only man who you trust enough to want me to use mine on yours. The only man you trust enough to let go with. I’m the only man you actually want, Savannah, because I’m the only man capable of stripping your clothes and your control.” It took every ounce of willpower I had in my soul to keep my hands on the wall, to pin her with only my hips and my eyes.
I wanted to drag her up the stairs and give the woman exactly what she needed, but it wouldn’t mean anything unless she admitted that I was the only one she wanted to give it to her. I’d been with too many people who’d seen me as a box to check. Maybe it made me weak, but I needed to be the only fucking box when it came to Savannah.
“You’re infuriating,” she seethed, tugging my chest closer.
“I’m also right. Stop acting like you’re the only one with something to lose, especially since you’re so damned determined to lose it.” Wrong or right, I wanted her as vulnerable as I was.
“Why are you making this so hard?” Her voice caught on that last word.
“Why won’t you just tell me the truth? Why don’t you stop threatening to give yourself to some other guy if I turn you down?” If losing her virginity had been her only goal, she could have accomplished it before even bothering to approach me.
“You’re not going to turn me down.” A coy smile lifted a corner of her mouth, and she arched, pressing her soft belly into my hard cock. “I can feel how much you want me.”
“Because I do,” I admitted. “I have no problem saying it. I want you, Savannah,” I lowered my mouth over hers and spoke slowly, lifting my lips every time she tried to kiss me. “I want you under me, with those mile-long legs bare, parted, and wrapped around my hips as I drive into you. I want your ass in my hands when I flip you over to your knees and take you from behind so you can feel exactly how deep I can reach. I want your screams in my ears, your pussy so wet you’re begging for me to fill it, and your mouth wrapped around my cock. I want every inch of you.”
“Hendrix.” Her breath hit my lips with uneven little pants.
“So the first rule here is that I’m the one who makes the rules. Not only because you desperately need someone to, but because I’m putting my entire career in your hands.” I licked the sultry line of her bottom lip and lifted my head slightly so I didn’t forget why we needed to talk. Pretty sure my wall was going to be gifted by two permanent handprints when this conversation was over. Hell, I was shocked I hadn’t already lowered her to the damned floor.
“And my role in this rule-making?” Lust and anger sparkled in her eyes, the little gold flecks catching in the light.
“You get to say yes or no.” I made sure she held my gaze. “You always get to say yes or no. No safe words, no contracts, no cheesy movie lines. You say no, and I’ll stop. It’s as easy as that.” I’d never do anything she didn’t want. I'd rather cut off my own hands.
“And if I say yes?” She lifted one hand to my neck, her touch sending a shiver of electricity down my spine.
“Then we continue with the rules. Acceptable?”
“Yes.” She swallowed.
I nearly groaned. “Good. Second rule is that we don’t tell anyone else. You know what will happen if this gets back to…” Jesus, I couldn’t even say his name. Coach would fucking kill me if he had any idea what I wanted to do to his little girl.
“Agreed. London is the exception. I told her about us before you made these rules, and I’ve sworn her to secrecy. I would never put you in jeopardy like that,” she whispered, her thumb stroking my jawline.
“Thank you. Rule three. This only happens once.” Any more and I couldn’t tell myself it was a slip. Couldn’t defend my actions to my already-guilty conscience. Sleeping with