HAVE ME by J. Kenner — a #StarkOnSaturday snippet!

I want his lips, his touch. I want his heat.

 

I want everything he can give and more.

 

Best of all, I know that he wants it, too.

 

“Damien,” I whisper, then release him as I fumble at the knot on my hip. The sarong is thin and gauzy, but it will suffice as a makeshift blanket.

 

His hand closes over mine, and I tremble with anticipation. I draw my hand away, then close my eyes, more than willing to let him undress me.

Except he doesn’t.

 

I stand for a moment, confused and disoriented, then open my eyes to find him looking at me. I see the desire on his face, as vibrant and wild as my own need. And yet he makes no move to touch me again. On the contrary, he takes a single step back, his eyes never leaving mine.

 

He is denying us both, and that simple fact both pisses me off and turns me on.

 

I gather self-control around me like a cloak, then lift an eyebrow. “Playing games, Mr. Stark?”

 

“Absolutely,” he says, with a wicked grin. “And just in case you’ve forgotten, I don’t play if I can’t win.”

[signoff]