Chapter 19: What I Want

We didn't make it to the bed.

He kissed me against the bedroom door, with the key still in the lock.

My coat slid off my shoulders to the floor.

"Slow down," I said into his mouth.

"You told me to hurry."

"I told you to drive. Now I'm telling you what I want."

He stopped, breathing hard, his forehead against mine.

"Tell me."

My childhood bedroom was almost bare.

The club's crew had taken the rug and the desk. They had left the narrow iron bed and one wooden chair by the window.

I pointed at the chair.

"Sit."

He looked at me for a second.

Then he crossed the room, sat down, and laid his hands palm down on the arms of the chair.

"Keep them there," I said.

"Cat."

"Until I say."

A muscle moved in his jaw.

"Yes, ma'am," he said, and his voice dropped.

I stood in front of him and unbuttoned my blouse, one button at a time.

He watched every one.

When it fell open, his knuckles whitened on the wood.

I let the blouse fall. I unhooked my bra and dropped that too.

"God," he said quietly. "Look at you."

"That's the idea."

I stepped between his knees and took his face in my hands.

I kissed him with my mouth open, and he groaned against my tongue and kept his hands where I had put them.

I pulled his shirt up over his head.

His chest was hot under my palms. I dragged my nails down it and felt his stomach clench.

"You're shaking," I said.

"I've wanted this since the barn."

"You can have it. Not yet."

I sank to my knees and opened his belt.

He made a sound I felt in my own stomach.

I took his cock in my hand. It was hard and heavy, wet at the tip, and I licked the head slowly and looked up.

His eyes were black.

"Cat. Please."

"Say it properly."

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