Page 29 of King of Wrath
“I did say you were just here to sleep,” he murmurs, sounding completely relaxed.
I lift my head. “That marriage you offered up, are there any other perks besides safety?” I should not be asking this question, but he feels so good.
His head jerks to face mine, his eyes dark and intense in a way that steals my breath. He half turns toward me, his other hand cupping my ass cheek and pulling my pelvis tighter against his hip. “You want a few perks, sweetheart?”
My mouth goes completely dry. I should have known that Jake is not the kind of man you tease. He’s an alpha. Used to getting his way and shaping what doesn’t conform to his wishes into exactly what he desires.
I can fool myself that I’m trying to use him but, in this moment, I know, I’m putty in his hands.
He slides his palm down the back of my leg, until he hooks myknee and then pulls my leg over his. It pushes my aching sex deeper against his hip and I give the smallest gasp.
But he only looks away, closing his eyes. “Go to sleep, sweetheart. It’s too soon for anything more than that.”
See. There he goes, thinking that he’s going to dictate exactly when and how things happen between us. Granted, he’s commanded my every move, but that doesn’t mean…
I feel my eyes closing.
Because as good as he feels, I’m exhausted too. And what I need more than to prove him wrong by humping him, is to get some sleep, and make my brain work out a plan for getting out of here and starting on my own life.
Allowing myself to trust him too much would ruin me forever—well, any parts that aren’t damaged beyond repair.
Next to him, however, I fall asleep within seconds.
And I don’t wake up until Jake moves me. “What time is it?” I slur into his chest, that I’m still using as my pillow.
“Seven,” he answers, tightening his arm about me as he lifts me and then slides me under his body.
My eyes jerk open, a little gasp falling from my lips, but he keeps moving, as he stands up and stretches.
I let my gaze slide up the power of his thighs, his narrow hips and lean waist, over the rippling muscles of his chest and broad shoulders.
I lick my lips as he leans down and kisses my forehead. “I’m going to work out. Feel free to go back to sleep.
“All right,” I stretch in the bed, knowing that I’m not going back to sleep. “Can you leave me a cup of coffee?”
“You got it, sweetheart.”
I rise from the bed, stretching too, my arms over my head, my hip out to one side.
He stops, going still, as his gaze slides down my body.
I lift up on my tiptoes, extending even further into the stretch as I partially turn away, showing him my profile, my ass sticking out.
I don’t know why I’m teasing him like this…
Except I remember how he tried to dictate all the terms last nightand I feel the need to try and gain a little power here. It’s a dangerous game. He’s got way more experience than me, but I’ve never even been tempted to tease a man this way and part of me can’t resist.
I know it’s a dangerous game. I’m even sure I’ll lose but…I love the heat of his gaze as he takes a step closer to me.
I’m covered in his scent, the feel of him still fresh in my memory as I pivot again, my back facing him as my arms stretch out from my sides.
“Nia,” he says, his voice so full of gravel that the ache between my legs pulses. Maybe I need to work out today too. I’m clearly amped up.
I look over my shoulder, giving him a sweet smile. Is this bothering him?
His face is set in hard lines, the cords of his neck standing out as the heat of his gaze nearly sears me.
And suddenly it occurs to me how I might distract Jake…find my method of escape. It’s a shit plan because every time I think I have the smallest bit of control, he takes it right back, but it’s all I’ve got.