Her hands tightened in his hair in a silent plea, but she didn’t say a word and he didn’t move any closer. They just stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, staring at each other, and Jo suddenly understood that his aggravating goddamn self-control and patience were back. If she wanted more, she was going to have to ask for it. Beg for it.
To hell with winning this game. She was going to forfeit. To have this man’s mouth on her was going to make losing worth it – because she was actually going to win.
“Zeke,” she said, not even recognizing her own voice as it reached her ears. “Zeke, please…”
“Ahhh,” he said softly. “There we go.”
“Please.”
“Not good enough,” he said, his breath blowing hot on her aching p***y. “Try again.”
“Please!” She gasped as his fingers pressed on her
