Free Sapphire (Rare Gems Series) by Kathi S. Barton Page B

took
out the switchblade and opened it. The silver blade seemed to spark in the
room. “You bought me a silver knife. Why? So I’d kill myself with it and be out
of your misery?”
    She flushed when he looked hurt. “No, I
bought it because, like I said, I want to show you that I trust you. Not just
the knife, but with decisions, too. I should have…I’ve treated you badly, and I
want to make up for it.”
    “Why?” She could tell he was struggling
with his temper, and for some reason that made her feel good. She wanted him to
struggle with it and not lash out at her like she was stupid.
    “I’m sorry. When you came into the
bathroom that morning—” She started to cut him off, but he raised his hand. “Please,
you asked me, and I’m trying to explain. I was embarrassed that you caught me
doing something very childish. Something that men don’t like to be caught
doing.”
    “I thought it was sexy.” She watched his
wolf stir along his skin and felt her own wolf as well. “That doesn’t mean I
want you or want to have sex with you. I just thought it was kind of sexy.
Nothing more.”
    “Do you have any idea how much I wanted
you to touch me? How much, right now, I’d like to press you back against that
chair and taste you again?” Her body tightened, and she squeezed her thighs together
so he couldn’t smell her. “Don’t close me off. Let me have your scent right
now.”
    She was playing with fire, and they both
knew it. Opening her legs just a little, she saw his nostrils flare, and she
moaned softly. When he ran his hand up between her legs, she let him, knowing
that the game they were playing—and it was just a game—was going to hurt them
both.
    His fingers brushed against her pussy,
and she opened wider for him. He moved then, blocking her from the elevator and
the desk in front of her. When he slipped his fingers under the elastic of her
panties, she put her hand on his forearm and he stopped immediately.
    “This is wrong.” He nodded and stayed
where he was. “You don’t want me. You were sickened by my body and my wounds. You
turned me away.”
    “I was a fool, and I wasn’t sickened by anything
about you. Your taste was more than I’d ever dreamed of before. Your body, all
I could think about was how perfect you were, beautiful and all mine.” She
shook her head. “You don’t believe me?”
    “I don’t know what to believe from you.
For all I know, you could just want to masturbate again to relieve some tension
in you so you can forget me ten minutes later.” He shook his head this time. “Blair,
we’re not going to be good for each other. You have to know that.”
    “All I know right now is that I want you
in my bed, every morning and every night. You’ve no idea what your words do to
me. No clue how much I’d like to find a table, lay you out over it and come all
over you. Then drink from you again until I’m full. Then I’d like to pull you
over my cock and slowly enter you, move inside of you, stretching you until I’m
buried to my balls. I want to fuck you slowly, taste your nipples in my mouth and—”
She moaned as he slid his fingers under her panties and into her sheath. “Come
for me. Come right now and let me lick my fingers clean of you before I have to
take you right here.”
    She held onto his arm as she came,
holding her other hand over her mouth while she screamed out against it. When
he moved her hand and took her mouth, she felt his fingers move over her clit,
and she forgot she didn’t like him, didn’t think about the fact that she knew
that this was wrong and was going to hurt them. All she wanted, all she needed
was right here, right now.
    Again, he whispered through her mind,
and she felt her body respond to him as though he owned her. She didn’t want to
be owned by anyone. But it was a moot point, she supposed, when the die had
been cast.
    When he slid his hand from her, she
looked at him. Her heart was pounding, and her body wanted more.