I don’t. Instead, I tilt my head, giving him more access to my throat. A silent yes. My pussy clenches, and I know I’m getting very wet already even though he’s barely touched me.
He exhales against my skin, his grip tightening just slightly. Like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
The moment is too intense, too much. I let out a sharp breath. “I should probably stop this.”
He smirks, lips brushing my jaw as he whispers, “Then stop.”
But I don’t.
He pulls back just enough to meet my gaze. His eyes are dark, searching, waiting.
A slow inhale drags into my lungs. I can still leave. I can still walk away.
But then he says, “Come with me.”
And for once in my life, I don’t think.
Instead, I just say, “Okay.”