I hear the door close and know Cami realized that she can make a getaway and that sooner is better than later.

I’m not worried about her. I’m much more focused on this little lady and what I should do with her. To her. For her. Fuck. She’s looking up at me like she wants to tell me that Cami left, but she’s not sure how to interrupt what I’m doing to her to say anything.

She doesn’t want me to leave.

She wants me to stay here with her, not run off and chase down Cami.

She wants to be the focus of my attention.

Interesting. I wonder how far I could push this fear and lust combo. It’s clearly like a drug to her and I’m even feeling high from it.

I lean forward, closer to her, and press her wrist to the wall like I’m holding her captive.

I am.

I place my other hand near her shoulder; close enough she can feel my heat but not so close there’s contact.

Her whole body shudders on an inhaled breath and she looks up at me with just her eyes, a sudden sexy movement that leaves my cock pulsing. Her chin begins to lift, to tilt upward by degrees like she’s issuing a silent challenge. One I wish I could turn down.

She seductively runs her tongue along her lips, moistening them and giving them a sheen that makes them impossibly kissable. It’s like she’s casting a spell on me. Everything in me feels drawn to her, and every passing second makes it harder to resist her.

Her body comes off the wall to move millimeters closer to me. That little show of challenge, of spirit, makes me harder than I’ve ever been in my life. But she’s not in charge. With my body, I pin her, realizing my mistake the second I feel her curves and softens against me.

She feels like everything light and good, every bit of heaven with the sexiest parts of hell, honey with a tart bite of lemon. Sheer excellence. Her breasts are soft and yield to my ribs, her soft stomach cushioning against the hard length of me now pressing into her belly.

Fuck.

She’s incredible. I want to feel her, to bury myself inside her without regard to how she might feel about it. I want to use her beautiful body to satiate this hunger gnawing away at my insides.

Her head tilts and I feel her trying to rise up on tiptoes, and I allow her the small motion. Then, her soft lips are on mine, their dampness driving every sane, logical thought from my mind. I vaguely feel her free arm circle my neck, but I’m still holding the other pinned to the wall.

Her whole body is thumping with her speedy pulse and I even feel her heartbeat in her lips. She’s terrified, turned on, and so incredibly sexy, I can’t believe it. What did she think she was hearing on the other side of the wall?

Her hips tilt under mine and I know she’s trying to grind on me. Fuck. I’m the master of my body, of my women, of people around me. Not her. She’s not in charge, she’s not the one I take orders from. No, she’s going to do what I want.

She breaks the kiss and I feel her cool breath on my damp lips. There’s a deep wanting in her eyes as she presses her forehead to mine, her hazel eyes darting back and forth between mine. Down her shirt, I can see she’s not even wearing a bra and her hard nipples are the palest pink I’ve ever seen.

Fuck.

She’s so damned sexy. I meet her hazel gaze and she turns her head to kiss me again. But I don’t respond. I can’t. If this continues, I will have no choice but take her here and now.

But I’m not that kind of monster.

I’ll intimidate. I’ll terrify. I will not rape.

Some lines should never be crossed.

Willing myself to be strong, I break the kiss and bring my free hand down to circle her throat. Not tightly. I’m not trying to hurt or kill, I’m reminding her I’m in charge here. Reminding her to be afraid. That I’m her worst nightmare, not masturbation fuel.her eyes warn me that I missed this one. With my fingers resting on her throat, I can feel her pulse first, her swallow second, but the fire in her eyes is all consuming as another tiny, sexy moan leaves her slightly parted lips.

“We must have a conversation,” I tell her in my most menacing tone. My voice only seems to make her melt.

Her body sags against mine and I keep her upright by keeping her pinned to the wall with my weight. I lean into her a bit more, loving how she still manages to yield to me.

She says nothing, but gives the merest hint of a nod.

“I’d like you to come back with me,” I say and wait a second for her nod again. I need her to be agreeing to this, every step of the way. Even if she’s agreeing under duress.

She gives that nod again, her eyes locked on mine even as her hips try to grind on me again. I’m not even sure she’s aware of the tiny motion of her body begging for contact, for orgasm. Her skin is so soft under my fingers, I want to dig them into her throat, if nothing else to see the flash of shock and excitement I’m sure she’ll have.

“You’ll come next door with me?” It’s not really a question, but having her agree on multiple occasions will leave her feeling less like I’m kidnapping her and more like she’s making this decision.

Not that I’m sure she’d deny me anything right now. Her body is a mess of desperation, begging me to give her more, more, more. And fuck, I want to give her everything she craves. Everything.