“This isn’t right, my dove. You don’t know it now but you’ll thank me in the morning.”
“It’s right. It’s so right.” I pushed closer. “It’s been years, honey. I need your hands on me. Your mouth on me.”
“Maddie—” he started, the sound like a groan, spurring me on.
I held his eyes and framed his face with my hands as he was mine and whispered, “I need you.”
“You don’t, my dove. It’s the tea,” he whispered back.
I stared at him, my br**sts heavy, my breaths shallow, my sex saturated, every inch of my skin sensitized, and I thought, Fuck it.
I let him go and stepped back so he let me go.
I watched his hands fall to the sides and I took in all that was him.
There was a lot.
And all of it was good.
Then I pounced.
I landed on him with arms around his shoulders and curled my legs around his hips. Automatically, his hands went to my ass to catch me and a whimper slid up my throat at his touch as I slammed my mouth down on his.
His hand slid up my back and into my hair and that was good.
Until he turned his head away, breaking the contact of our lips.
He shoved his face in my neck and muttered, “Gods damn it.”
I hoped that was capitulation and I had hope since he was walking me to the bed.
Then he put me down on it, but once he’d done that, he captured both of my hands and yanked them over my head. Holding them in one of his, his other went to his belt.
I had a feeling I knew what this meant and it was not that he was giving me what I wanted but that he was going to use his belt to tie me to the bed and then take off.
“You’re leaving me?” I gasped, seeking confirmation.
“For your own good, poppy,” he confirmed.
I shook my head. “Then don’t tie me down. If you have to go, go. But I need my hands.”
He took my meaning. I knew this when his eyes darkened and went over my head as his lips murmured, “I should have gagged her first.”
I struggled on the bed. “If you’re going to leave me like this, I need my hands, Apollo.”
I was writhing uncontrollably on the bed and he was watching me.
God, his eyes.
That mouth.
God.
“If I can’t have you, let me have my hands.” I sounded desperate and imploring, mostly because I was.
Something had to give and soon.
I licked my lips and watched a muscle tick up his cheek and it was hot.