Chapter Seventeen
Cecilia's eyes went nearly black. "You... tease," she hissed.
Trace was of two minds. On the one hand, it would be so easy to gather Cecilia into his arms, march her upstairs and r****h her, putting an end to their misery. On the other, there was sweet satisfaction seeing her squirm and fight with herself, knowing he'd be right there to catch her and take her to unparalleled heights when she inevitably gave in. He gave himself a mental shake as his c**k throbbed painfully against his zipper. The latter was the path of misery, but also the greater payoff. Three months ago, the choice would have been easy. Trace McBride didn't wait for s**t. Especially where pleasure was concerned. But this... this was new territory. He guessed that when Cecilia finally let go, her o****m
