Deep Surrendering (Episode Two) Read Online Free

actually coming here. You didn’t answer my text.”
    I sat down next to him, but with two feet of space between us. Neither of us looked at the other. “I shut my phone off after I sent you the message because I was afraid I was going to get scared and back out.”
    He was watching my face, and I hoped my makeup wasn’t smeared from my impromptu nap. My hair was definitely a mess now. I ran my fingers through it and waited for him to say something.
    “Why did you send me that message? I thought you were done with me.”
    I sighed and tried to put into words how I was feeling. “I was. I want to be done with you. But we never . . . finished the other night, and it’s like . . . I can’t let go of it. I can’t move on.”
    I cringed at how bad the words sounded out loud. Even worse than they had in my head.
    “I can’t stop thinking about you, either. You’ve been in my head the whole time. Driving me crazy.” He brushed some of my hair over my shoulder, which made me look in his direction.
    Big mistake.
    His eyes were that dark color again, clouded by desire. This was why I wasn’t done with him. Because he looked at me like no one else ever had. I just wanted him to look at me like that forever.
    But that look came at a price, and I didn’t know if I could pay it.
    “I should let you go, but I don’t want to. I like getting what I want,” he said.
    “But you had me. I was naked and ready for you, and then you left. You left me.” I wanted my words to come out with more force. I wanted to yell, to hit him. To make him feel the way I’d felt when I’d been stripped on the couch after he’d gone.
    Instead I whispered the words, but I could feel him shift beside me.
    “I know. I left you because I looked at you and realized that I couldn’t be that way with you. You were humoring me, and I was pushing you to do something you didn’t want. That was wrong. I would never want to force you into anything.”
    Was he crazy?
    “What gave you the impression I wasn’t into it? The fact that you gave me an amazing orgasm and left me wanting more? The fact that when you look at me, all I want is to tear your clothes off and let you do whatever you want to me? I’m on board, Fin. You’re the one who’s holding back.” I was officially pissed. “You can’t fucking jerk me around. If you’re going to take me, fucking take me and shut up about it.” I waited for barely a second before he threw me back on the bed.
    “Fine. But you asked for it.”
    Yes. I did.
    This time I kept my mouth shut and didn’t do anything. We were doing this his way, and I wasn’t going to interfere.
    He tore the robe open and paused for a moment to admire the lingerie, tracing his finger over the lace, before he took hold of either side of the panties and ripped them right from my body. In my head I heard Sloane screaming for their loss.
    The bra was next, but he was a bit gentler with that, and it survived removal.
    “Turn over on your stomach.” I did as he said, turning my head to the side on the pillow so I could breathe.
    He moved above me and my skin shivered in anticipation of what was to come. I could just barely see him out of the corner of my eye, and that made it all the more sexy.
    “Open your legs,” he said, that commanding voice back. I opened my legs for him, but apparently that wasn’t enough, so he grabbed the outside of my thighs and pulled them wider before running his hand up my thigh. I quivered, waiting.
    “I should be mean and not let you come before I do, but I do need to make up for leaving you the last time.” His hand slid up and down my opening and I could feel moisture gathering there. I’d been ready for him days ago, and it was as if I’d paused in that moment.
    “So sweet and so wet already,” he said, pleased as he dipped one finger inside me, making me moan.
    “Shhh, no talking.” I bit my lip and tried as hard as I could to be silent. He removed his finger and moved his hand back