What, was he angry she'd told him he could say no? Eric's face twisted at her words, furrowing all the more as the seconds passed. As if the more he thought about it, the more offended he became. His body beneath her stilled in a sudden contraction; even his breath seemed paused, his chest not rising as high as before she'd spoken.

Why would he be pissed? Wasn't it good, that he could trust her? Or by saying it, had she made him doubt her? People could be like that, getting irritated if you presented them with the truth, but being perfectly happy to go on with a lie. Was that it? By saying he could say 'no', it had occurred to him that maybe he couldn't? If she weren't already as red as she'd get, Amber would've flushed with indignation. She didn't lie.

Her gaze flicked to the bed stand Eric indicated, but she only sat up, sitting on his thighs. She'd already made the mistake this evening of trying to go through an act when her heart wasn't in it, and once was one time too many. She didn't like pulling the plug again-- her muscles shook with impatience, demanding satisfaction rather than to stop yet again. Eric wouldn't be pleased either. But together with all the other things that had soured this evening, Amber knew she'd find no pleasure in fucking so long as she wondered what the hell had passed through his mind. Not even the comfort of his kiss, so tender, quelled her. "What're you thinking?" she asked quietly.