For countless minutes we just stood there staring at each other, the tension in the room growing with each minute that passed. And while I was quickly losing the composure I’d been trying to build, Eli was still standing there like none of this was affecting him and he knew exactly what kind of effect it was having on me.
“You’re trying to make it happen before Sunday,” he guessed, and I sagged against the wall. He nodded, taking that as a confirmation, and held his arms out to his side. “You’re running the show this weekend, come on, Pay.”
“Wh-what?”
“You put on that show in my truck. You played with me that way to get your way. Come on, don’t stop now; come have your way.”
He continued to stand there with his arms outstretched, and after the shock wore off, I slowly pushed off the wall and took small steps toward him. Looking up at his expectant gaze, I shakily reached out and lifted his shirt, and let him pull it the rest of the way off. Unbuckling the thick leather belt and sliding it out of the loops, I reached for the button and zipper on his jeans, and watched as they pooled at his feet.
With a smirk, he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his jeans before standing in front of me again. “What now?”
I gaped at him for a few seconds. “Undress me.” Even though I’d meant for it to come out demanding and erotic-sounding, it came across like a question.
And even though I was practically a statue throughout the entire thing, Eli gave little touches that left those places of my body feeling like they were on fire.
When I was standing completely naked in front of him, he raised one eyebrow. “Now?”
I glanced across the studio to where the bed was, and grabbing one of his hands, led him over to it. Pressing my fingers to his stomach, I pushed until he sat down, and took deep breaths—trying to summon the same courage I’d had in the truck. But it was gone. I didn’t know what to do; I didn’t know how to start this with him.
Moving to stand between his legs, I threaded my fingers through his hair and brought his mouth to mine. Eli curled his arms around my waist, but I pulled back and looked down at his lap.
“I’m g-going to, I want to sit on y-you,” I stammered, and Eli fought a smile.
Oh my God, what is this? This is worse than my first make-out in junior high! And Eli is trying not to laugh. It’s time to run away!
Eli scooted back and lifted me onto his lap; a teasing grin was on his face as he waited for what would come next. But I was frozen. I couldn’t make myself kiss him, I couldn’t enjoy the fact that I wasn’t wearing anything and he was only in his boxer briefs. I was shaking. I’d made this so awkward.
Leaning close to my ear, he nipped at the lobe, and whispered huskily, “Now?”
A shiver ran up my spine, and he laughed darkly. Everything about his tone in that one word changed from the last time he’d said it, and everything in the room shifted. My breaths were no longer coming too fast because I was screwing everything up, they were spiking because the same tension that had filled the room when we’d first walked in was quickly engulfing us.
He lazily trailed one finger down my spine, and his blue eyes held mine. “What happened to the girl who would climb on my lap and tell me what she wanted?”
I didn’t know what to say, my mouth opened but nothing came out for a few seconds. “I felt brave then.”
“And now?”
“Not so much,” I admitted breathily.
Eli flipped us so fast it made my head spin. Pinning me onto the bed, he pressed his lips to my neck and I moaned when he gently bit down on the soft skin there.
“That’s because you’re not getting your way during those times; you like the fight, Paisley.” His lips moved in faint brushes along my throat, down my chest, and just when he came to the swell of my breasts, he moved back up. “Just like you like when I push you to try or do something even when you’re not sure about it. Babe, you’re a siren when I’m in control. You make it practically impossible to say no.”
My lips trembled along with my body, and I arched my chest against him. I was aching to have him touch me.
“You tortured me by making me watch you touch yourself for almost two hours, but you want me to be in control of this, don’t you? Just like when you asked me to spank you, Pay. You asked for it, but when it came down to it you asked me to stop, and what happened next?”
“Uh,” I forced out between my heavy breaths.
“I stayed in control, and I did it again, and again; and soon you were moaning and begging for it, and coming harder than you have before.”
I whimpered and writhed beneath him when the tips of his fingers trailed down my stomach, stopping just above where I was craving him.
“Let me control this, let me be the one to know exactly what you need. Because while I know you like trying to take control, Paisley, I know you love that I never give it to you.”
I nodded, and my next moan was quickly cut off when his mouth slammed down onto mine. His tongue moved against my own in perfect rhythm with his fingers inside me. The unsatisfied ache from the car ride flared as I approached my climax, but I wanted more. I wanted all of him.
“Please,” I whimpered when Eli bent to pull one of my nipples into his mouth.
Grabbing the band of his boxer briefs, I pushed down and ignored the warning bite that only made me want this more. Using my feet, I moved the material down his legs, and gripped his erection in my hand.