“I think it’s more about you trusting me, Kace.”
I wasn’t looking for a reaction, but I get one. Suddenly, he’s turning me, his arm around my waist, shackling me to him, his hand sliding over my hair, and tilting my gaze to his. “What does that mean?”
His skin against my skin is fire, a burn that answers a burn, and demands more, but there is so much more than heat and arousal between us now. There has always been so much more than heat and arousal. We are connected, me and this man, and I refuse to see that bond destroyed by anyone, especially ourselves.
“You didn’t trust me enough to tell me your secret, Kace. And once we were in the hotel room, you used that part of you that we both know you hid from me to try to scare me away. So, who doesn’t trust who?”
“You’re pushing me, Aria.” There is accusation and warning in his tone.
My fingers curl on his chest. “And?”
“And you might not like what you find.”
“Try me,” I challenge.
“And if I’m not gentle?”
“And if I’m not delicate?” I counter. “I’m not going to leave. You need to know that isn’t conditional. I need to know that one day you won’t suddenly decide you’re no good for me and walk away.”
“If anyone walks away, it will be you.”
“I’m tired of hearing that. You have to be tired of saying it. You have control. Use it and erase the unknowns for both of us.”
He studies me, his lashes half-veiled, seconds ticking, almost vibrating with their intensity, with his. He releases my hair and reaches into his pocket, turning off the music. He’s no longer touching me. “You can say no whenever you want to say no.”
“I know that.”
He leans in close, his lips pressed to my ear again. “But just remember when you say no, we stop. No matter what we’re doing, no matter how good it feels.” He eases back and those blue eyes of his meet mine, a mix of demand and simmering heat in their depths. “Understand?”
I swallow hard against an irrational bubble of nerves in my belly. “Yes.”
“Then go down on your knees.”
I blanch and my mouth is instantly dry. “What?” The word rasps from my throat.
He reaches out and strokes a few strands of hair behind my ear, his fingers teasing my skin, sending goosebumps down my spine. “On your knees, baby. I won’t hurt you and there is nothing about anything we do that you have to be embarrassed about. This is just you and me. A game we play to turn each other on, our escape together. If that’s what you want?”
It’s not a taunt or a challenge. His voice is as tender as his touch. “It is what I want,” I say, and the truth is, I mean that reply. This isn’t just for Kace or to prove something about myself or him. It’s about the clamoring of unwelcome thoughts that are as brutal as they are justified. I reject them, but not Kace. I ease down to my knees, an area rug I’ve never given a second thought until now, beneath me. I’m hyper-aware of everything around me, of the soft fibers teasing my bare skin, the faint smell of masculine spice in the air, the silence that is now everywhere. Kace pulls off his boots and then rips his T-shirt over his head. When he kneels in front of me, his gaze sweeps my naked body, and when his eyes meet mine, they are all lust and dominance.
“Hands on your knees,” he orders, and I inhale deeply, but I don’t hesitate. I do as he commands, aware of my submissive position, but not with fear. I am nervous, yes, but I am also curious, aroused, wet, my thighs slick with the ache he’s created in me.
His knee slides between mine and he presses my legs open, his eyes linger in the vee of my body before he orders, “Don’t move.”
The next thing I know, he’s on his feet, but he isn’t gone for long. He squats behind me, stroking hair away from my neck, and then his hands—those gifted, talented hands—settle on my shoulders, his lips once again at my ear. “I own you.” His teeth nip my lobe. “Right here, right now, I own you.”
Heat pools low in my belly at the erotically dominant words. “Do I own you?”
I expect, at least for the sake of the game, his denial, but instead, he says, “In every possible way, baby.” His mouth caresses my neck, his voice roughens as he repeats, “In every possible way.” His lips trail downward, over my shoulders, then lower, his long, talented fingers teasing the edge of my breasts.
I suck in a breath and his hands cover my breasts, two fingers tugging at my nipples. I moan with the biting sensation that clenches my sex, my hands covering his hands. His immediately move, pressing my palms to my own breasts, his hands over mine. His cheek is at my cheek as he says, “I told you not to touch me unless I gave you permission.”
“I need to touch you.”
“And I need you to touch me, baby. Just not yet.” His hands slide away from my hands, but one settles on my neck as he guides my mouth to his. His free hand is on my backside and he squeezes. “Rest your weight on your elbows and then lift your butt. I’m going to spank you now, Aria.” His lips touch mine, his tongue a slice of demand before it’s gone and so is he. He stands up, waiting on me.
CHAPTER FIVE
Kace’s order ripples through me. I’m going to spank you now, Aria. There is no question that this moment is intimidating, but there is also no denying how present I am, how aroused. How willing to go wherever Kace leads. I lean forward and do exactly as he says. I settle on my elbows and lift my naked backside in the air.
The heat of his stare strokes my skin, the spike of his arousal a charge in the air while my nipples pucker against the carpet. There is the sound of a zipper and the rustle of clothing that tells me he’s undressing. And I know now why he turned off the music. He wanted me to drown in anticipation, in every little sound.
My cellphone chooses that moment to ring. I jolt with it and sit up, the push and pull of the erotic moment and reality punishing me. Kace kneels in front of me, masculine, naked tattooed perfection, and he’s holding my phone.
“It’s Gio.” He offers me my phone.
“How do you know it’s Gio?”
“Apparently, he has his old number back. His name flashed on your screen.”
I wonder if he ever really ditched his phone at all, but I shove aside that drama. I don’t reach for the phone, but there is part of me that wants to take it, that wants to answer the call, a part of me conditioned to allow fear for Gio to control me, but Walker is watching him. They’ll know if there is a problem. Gio isn’t in control. I am. “No,” I say. “I’ll call him back.”
“You’re sure? Gio—”
“Is the last person who gets control right now.” My hand goes to Kace’s powerful leg. I’m already breaking his rules, touching him, but I can’t help it. “He doesn’t get to control me or us.”
Seconds tick by and he is more stone than man, unmoving, unreadable until he tosses my phone aside. Another moment later, he’s dragging me to him, flush against his hard, naked body, and he’s kissing me, the taste of my need, of his, mingling in a sultry seduction that is all about hunger and passion. It’s all about trust.