Page 95 of His Surrender

I take a step back until she’s leaning back against the door.

“Tell me”—I brace one hand against the wall beside her head, unable to stop looking at her— “did you wear this to drive me crazy?”

She bites her bottom lip, clearly fighting a smile, before her eyes slowly travel over my chest and down to the gray sweatpants. “I can ask the same thing.”

A low laugh escapes me. “So, you noticed.”

“I’ve just been trying very hard not to let you catch me looking.”

My smile widens. “That’s a shame.”

“Why?”

“Because I like it when you look at me.”

Her cheeks immediately flush. “You’re impossible.”

“No.” I shake my head gently, never taking my eyes off hers. “Just being honest, finally.”

The room grows quiet again, but this time, it isn’t awkward.

It’s the kind of silence that comes when two people have finally stopped pretending.

She smiles to herself. “I like you being honest.”

“You don’t want my full honesty, trust me.”

Her fingers graze my stomach, and my muscles tighten in response.

“Of course I do.”

I look up at her as her hands rest on my waistband, and something in me snaps as my dick becomes impossibly hard.

“You want my full honesty? You want to know what I’m thinking right now?”

She swallows hard and nods her head.

I shake my head in response. “You want to know that all I can picture right now is your hand slipping into my sweatpants and stroking my cock?”

The heavy lashes that shadowed her cheeks fly up.

I continue, “You want to know how many times I’ve stroked my dick to the thought of licking your pussy or sinking my cock so far inside of you that you don’t know whether to scream out in pain or pleasure?”

Her mouth drops open, but she says nothing.

“Told you, you don’t want my honesty, baby. Are you sure you …”

Before I can finish, her hand slips past my waistband into my pants, and her fingers wrap around my dick.

My breath catches in my lungs. I’m too stunned to do or say anything. Instead, I stand still and watch her face as her hand moves up and down my shaft.

She tightens her grip and continues.

“Fuuuck, Aubrey,” I say, barely able to bring my voice above a whisper.

Her other hand glides up my stomach to my chest while the other moves up to my tip, where her thumb smooths over me, bringing my pre-cum along with it.

My other hand hits the door with surprising force as I cage her back against it. My lips are millimeters from hers.