Chapter 3

“Not yet, sweet pea.”

I hadn’t ruined our evening! He’d even called me by a pet name! Okay, I wasn’t crazy about it, but…a pet name! I was happy. A little confused, but so happy. He unbuttoned my jeans and worked a hand beneath the waistband. And then he sucked in a breath. Was he shocked I hadn’t worn shorts?

His fingers were inches from my dick. “Please! Just a little more! Please.” I panted, and I leaned forward to work the patch of skin beneath his ear. He didn’t want to kiss, but surely this—

“Don’t mark me!”

I sagged into his arms. Was there nothing I could do right?

“C’mon,” he whispered impatiently. “Fucking act like you want to be with me!”

Thoroughly confused now, I started to sit back on his thighs.