I edge closer to Sapphire, needing to get in her space, needing to feel her up against me.

The way her eyes flutter, all shy and innocent when she asks, “You aren’t done with me?” has me feeling unhinged.

What the fuck? I have no clue what’s going on, why I’m feeling this intense desire to find out more about Sapphire. Never in my life have I acted like this with a girl. Ever.

Not with a stripper, not with one of the gold-diggers who have tried to claw their way into my bank account by way of my cock—like that crazy chick in the limo. Not anybody.

But something about her … I don’t even know what it is.

The words are out before I can think about it. “Fuck no, baby. I’ve barely gotten started.”

It comes out like a growl, like I’m a rabid animal. And that’s how I feel. Like I want to tear into her, ravage her body in the best kind of way, feel that pussy wrapped around my cock while she screams my name.

Just like that, I know. I have to have her. Tonight.

I reach out again, my hands itching to bury themselves in her hair, to touch all those long brown waves that I can just imagine floating across my face as she hovers over me, riding my cock.

She jerks back when I rub a silky strand between my fingers.

“What are you doing?” Her eyes go wide. “You aren’t supposed to touch me.”

A slow smirk steals across my lips. “Didn’t hear you complaining a minute ago.”

She pauses, a half-smile on her lips. “Well, you aren’t supposed to.”

She swats at my hand, and I drop it from her hair, but fuck that shit. I’m not keeping my hands to myself. I let it fall to her thigh, arching my eyebrows as if I dare her to make me stop.

She doesn’t, and I trace slow circles on her inner thigh, chuckling at the way she draws a shaky breath. Her pink tongue darts out to lick her lips while her eyes fall to my mouth.

Fuck, this girl makes my body react in a way I’m not familiar with. Even though I just came—really fucking hard—I still want her. My cock is already hard as steel all over again, begging for more of her. I feel like my fucking blood is boiling, that’s how edgy she makes me.

“Doesn’t look like you mind all that much,” I taunt, my hand going an inch higher, still stroking light circles on her bare thigh. Her skin is so smooth and soft. I just want to bury my face between her legs and feel those thighs wrapped around my head while I lick her cunt.

“Just watch it,” she warns.

“Or what?”

After that private dance, I highly doubt she’d put up an argument, but still, her little bit of sass amuses me and I have to push the issue.

Her lips curl up at the corners, her eyes twinkling. “Then I guess I’ll have to break both your arms. Although it’ll be like having sex with the Venus de Milo.”

I let out a loud laugh. This girl. She’s something else. All I want to do is be around her. I’ve never cared about getting to know a woman before.

Sex. That’s all it ever is. When she just asked me if I always get to know my women, I could honestly answer no. But I didn’t want to question why it was different with her, so I deflected.

But fucking hell, she’s getting to me. Affecting my whole body on what feels like a molecular level, shifting and changing my very makeup.

Now that’s insane. I shake my head and smirk. “So you’ll have sex with me, but only if I don’t touch you. Is that what you’re saying? Got a bit of a dominant streak, do you, Sapphire?”

Now it’s her turn to smirk at me. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just tormenting you. Making you want me, knowing you can’t have me.”

And that’s part of the problem. I do want her. In ways that confuse me. I can’t understand why I’m sitting here talking to her, wanting to find out everything about her.

I lean in further, my hand going ever higher on her thigh. So high I can feel the heat radiating from her pussy, practically begging me to dip in and touch it. Taste it. Lose myself in it.

“I do want you. And I’m pretty sure I could have you.” I say this against her neck, my lips so close I can almost taste her.

Her breath comes faster, sexy little pants that remind me of how she sounded when I made her cum. She shakes her head in denial as she says, “Not going to happen.”

I don’t believe her.

There’s no way she can deny this crazy chemistry. This pull that has me feeling like I’m losing my mind.

“Is that so? I told you I wasn’t done with you.”

Her head turns toward me, just a fraction of an inch that brings us even closer. So close we’re breathing the same air.

I lift my hand from her thigh and reach up to her cheek, running my fingertips across the smooth skin and down her neck. Slowly. Tortuously. A shiver courses through her body. My fingers keep going, hovering so lightly over her that it’s just a whisper of a touch. Down over her tits that swell up, heaving with her pants that are coming harder and faster. Further down her stomach, dipping into the waistband of her thong to tease and torment.

She jerks back, eyes wide as she looks at me. I see the debate going on in those sapphire eyes. She wants this as much as I do. But she knows she’s not supposed to. I finally let my hand come to rest back on her thigh, so close to her pussy it takes every bit of self-control not to dive in and get lost.

She shakes her head slightly. “I don’t do this. Ever. Not once.”

“Do what?”

“This.”

Then she fists her hands in my shirt and closes the distance between us, pressing her lips to mine and shattering my last bit of restraint.