Behind Your Back by Chelsea M. Cameron

don’t know about that. Seems selfish. You don’t want to share your hands?” She leans on her arms and crawls toward me. I have to set my coffee down or else I’ll spill it in my lap. That would probably kill the mood.
    “Oh, you want me to share, Saige Beaumont?” I spread my fingers in front of her face and look at her through them.
    “Yes, I would love you to share, Quinn Brand. I want you to share all sorts of things with me.” I lean toward her and stop, with our faces only inches apart.
    “Well, you know what they say.”
    “What’s that?” she breathes.
    “Sharing is caring.” I take both hands and hold her face, bringing it toward my mouth. This time the kiss is sweet. Subtle. Teasing.
    But I don’t care. Not about her, anyway. I care about getting what I need.
    I tell myself this even as she licks the seam of my lips and I open my mouth to let her in. She’ll never get inside me. Inside my soul. No one will ever go there. The person who gets the closest is Lizzy. Maybe Cash. But no one else. I closed that door and locked it a long time ago.
    Saige pulls away and studies my face.
    “I can tell when you’re thinking.”
    I don’t answer her. She bites her bottom lip and then props herself up with her arms. If I’d thought she was fuckable before, it’s nothing to how she looks now. Still sweet and vulnerable, but with a side of vixen.
    I turn a little and she crawls all the way over me, straddling my lap. If there was any question about me wanting her, it’s put to rest as she grinds herself against me. Her fingers creep up my chest and come to rest around the back of my neck.
    “What do you want from me?” she asks and the echo of a chill runs down my back. I give her what I hope is an easy smile.
    “I don’t want anything from you.” She smiles back at me and rolls her hips. I have to bite back a groan.
    “Liar,” she says. “Everyone wants something. So. What do you want?”
    For one wild second, I think about telling her. Just to see her reaction. I’d never do something so stupid, but this is the first time I’ve even begun to consider what would happen if I did.
    “Right now I want you to keep doing that,” I say, brushing my hands down her sides and letting them rest on her hips. She’s soft and generous in that department. More than enough to grab onto. I dig my fingers in and she stares down at me.
    “That’s not all you want,” she says.
    “You’re right. I want a whole lot more from you.” Yet again, I tell her the truth, but she has no idea.
    “Like this?” she says and then kisses me again.
    “Like that. And like this,” I say, pushing my hand up under her shirt. Yup, her nipples are pierced with little bars. If I wasn’t hard as a rock already, that alone would have done it. Stroking her nipples with my thumbs, I suck her bottom lip into my mouth. She moves her hips and arches against me. I roll her nipples with my fingers until they’re hard and her breathing has changed.
    She breaks the kiss again and I take a moment to savor her flushed cheeks.
    “Bedroom?” she asks.
    “Sure,” I say and she gets off me, but takes my hand as she leads me down the hall to her bedroom. It’s light and bright, with soft white curtains hung from the ceiling to give the appearance of a canopy over her bed. There are black skulls printed on her pillows.
    She drops my hand and I see her hesitate for just a split second before she grips the bottom of her shirt and pulls it over her head.
    “Come here,” I say and she obeys. We should have stayed in the living room. This is not the kind of bedroom for the things I’m going to do to her. It’s too soft, too delicate. This is a room for making love and lingering touches and falling asleep in each other’s arms. I will do none of those things here and I hope she doesn’t expect me to.
    Her lips meet mine again and I attack her mouth, but that seems to be what she wants. Her fingers rip at my clothes, like she can’t get