Chapter 42

That calm, unblinking stare of his unnerved her. How did you tell a man so full of control and command that you wanted him to do his worst, even if it scared you senseless? He knew all this. Why did she have to make herself more vulnerable?

“I—I . . .” Am so afraid.

“All right, then. Pity.” As he opened the drawers of the nightstand, his jaw clenched. No mistaking his disappointment, edged in anger.

That didn’t bode well for a quick orgasm. And some part of her really hated to disappoint him.

“Wait!” she gasped. “If you want me to admit that I’m hot for you, I am. Totally.”

He shook his head, no longer even looking at her. Instead, he prowled through the drawers of the nightstand. “I can see that by looking at your hard nipples and your wet pussy. I didn’t ask what you felt. I asked what you wanted.”

Crap. He’d given her another chance, and she’d blown it with her reticence and her big mouth. Why was it so hard to admit her feelings and desires to