Page 97 of Shark’s Edge

“I know this is hard to understand, and I think it will continue to be until you have more experience under your belt. Quite literally. The only thing I can keep emphasizing is my concern for my ability to handle things the way they need to be handled.”

“Let’s skip over this for now. We can circle back if you still feel like you need to.” She switched to a playfully hopeful look before saying, “Unless the interview portion is over and we can get back to the kissing and good stuff. I’d much rather be doing that anyway.”

Only a fool would turn down the chance to kiss this woman. Touch her. Stroke her.

I held her face in my hands while I explored her mouth. Kissed her lips and jaw and then journeyed back to her ear, marking her with nibbles that made her moan softly when I nipped the skin just beneath her earlobe. I soothed the spot with my tongue and then bit again, harder the second time, until she groaned louder.

“You like that, Little Red? Do you like it when I can’t get enough with just kissing? That I have to bite?” I pressed into the spot with my thumb while I watched her process what I was asking her. I didn’t really need an answer. Her body was telling me how much she loved what I was doing. But making her admit it just added to the heat.

“Have you touched a man before? His cock?”

Her green eyes grew impossibly wider.

“Tell me.”

“I’ve touched a man before. Through his jeans, I mean.” She swallowed hard, her slender neck flexing and undulating like she was moving a golf ball down to her belly instead of a knot of anxious need.

“Feel me.” I shot my stare down to the obvious outline of my erection in my slacks. While suit pants looked sharp and appropriate for business hours, the material did nothing to hide a man’s arousal. “Feel what you do to me.”

Her eyes dropped to my lap. I wanted to grab her by the wrist and force her to wrap her fingers around my shaft while I thrust my hips up to meet her touch.

Instead, I inhaled sharply through my nose and all but begged, “Feel the way my body responds to you. How I want you. I’m so fucking hard every time you’re in the same room, Abbigail. Fuck, the same goddamn building.”

She was taking too long. Too much hesitancy. It was the perfect example of what I had been trying to explain to her. Maybe if I showed her, she’d get my point and abort the notion I was the man for this crucible after all.

Acting on my carnal instinct, I lunged toward her and grabbed her wrist, exactly as I’d been picturing. She gasped sharply, and I knew I’d startled her. But I didn’t relent. I couldn’t. Taking control turned me on that much more.

“I said touch me, Little Red. Don’t make me repeat it. Wrap those sexy fingers around my dick and feel how stiff I am.” I put her palm against my cock and rocked my hips into her touch. “Christ Almighty, yes.”

I let my head fall back and just sat like that for a few moments, enjoying the feel of her trembling hand over my crotch. “God, so good, baby. Squeeze me. Mmmm, more.” I said the words while still looking heavenward. I loosened my grip on her wrist, and my good little girl continued stroking me on her own. I wanted to rip my belt open, pull my zipper down, and free myself so we could be skin to skin.

“Oh, good girl. So good, Abbigail. Did the last cock you touched feel like this?” I brought my head forward to meet her gaze with the question.

“No,” she whispered. “Not at all.”

“What was different?”

“Sebastian . . . ” She moaned my name, but when she moved to stop touching me, I growled low in my throat.

“Don’t you fucking stop. I’ll say stop when I want you to stop. Remember what I said? I say when. I say how. That’s all you have to remember in all of this. It will always be amazing for you. Hand over everything to me, Abbigail.”

“You’re very sure of yourself.” She reverted to flippancy when she was out of her comfort zone. I’d have none of it. Especially right now.

“Is your cunt wet, Abbigail?” When her eyes widened at my boldly worded question, I pressed further. “Answer me.”

She nodded. Just the slightest dip of her head.

“Tell me, or I’ll put my hand into your panties and find out for myself.”

“Yes.” She huffed lightly. “I said yes. Jesus.”

“Is it too much? Already too much?” I challenged. “This is about a two on a scale of ten. It won’t lighten up from here, Abbigail. This isn’t a game for me. It turns me the fuck on to be touching you and for you to be touching me.” I leaned closer and kissed her mouth. Slowly but firmly. When she attempted to deepen the kiss with her tongue seeking mine, I pulled back. “This is all I’ve been thinking about for a very long time,” I said in a low, husky voice.

She watched me intently as I spoke.

When she didn’t respond in kind, I had to ask, “Is this still what you want to do? Am I still the one you want to be doing it with? It’s not too late to say stop. Until the literal moment my dick is inside you, it won’t be too late to say stop.”

“Yes. And yes. This is what I want. You are the man I want, Sebastian.” She reached for me, and I took her hand, kissed the back first, and then I turned it over to kiss the more sensitive inside of her wrist. Her eyes grew hungrier with each brush of my lips.