Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
“Why do you think I haven’t gotten physical with a single sub the whole time I’ve been here?”
“Because you were waiting for me.” The idea was like the man. Sweet. Filling a part of herself that had been empty for a long time.
“I wonder if I haven’t been waiting for you my whole life.” He winced. “That was probably coming on too strong. Let me rephrase that so I look way cooler and less available than I actually am.”
Nope. She so liked that he wasn’t a player. She leaned over and kissed him, a brief touch of her lips to his. “Too late.”
“Good, because I don’t like to play games,” he replied and kissed her back, his hand cupping the nape of her neck and holding her there while he explored her mouth.
The kiss left her breathless and more excited than she’d felt in forever. Like she was going on an adventure, but this time she truly trusted the partner she was taking with her. “No games at all, Sir?”
It had been forever since she really played. Oh, she’d let her Dom friends spank her and flog her and get her to cry, but there had been no sexy touches. No fantasy play. She’d put herself in deep freeze after what happened with Jensen. It was past time to defrost.
“Emotional games,” he corrected. “There are other games I’m more than happy to play with you. Why don’t we start with you pulling those pants down and laying on my lap. I think we should train before we go in. We can certainly be a new couple, but we should look like we’ve spent some time together.”
He might be new to the lifestyle, but he’d already figured out some Dom tricks. “And the only way to possibly look like we’re comfortable together is for you to spank my naked ass?”
His big shoulders shrugged. “I know I’ll feel more comfortable.”
She had to be honest with him. “I’m not ready for full-on sex, Niall.”
He showed no anger at all. He simply nodded. “My cock can stay in my pants. How do you feel about fingers? Can I spank your pretty ass and then stroke your clit until you come?”
And there went all of her resolve. “You know where that will lead.”
“Yes, it will lead right to my bed where we’re going to go to sleep and talk some more in the morning,” he promised. “There’s a great bagel place next door. They’re actually a donut place, but I’m supposed to be all healthy and shit.”
“Donuts,” she said with a sigh and she stood. “Niall, forget what I said. I want what you’re offering me. It’s not fair for me to get everything I want and you nothing because I’m wary.”
“Then why don’t you get out of your clothes. I’ll give you a T-shirt to sleep in after we’re done. And Harlow, I’m offering you everything I said I would. If I’m your partner, your needs come before mine.” He winked her way, and the sexiest smirk came over his face. “Unless you beg.”
She pulled her shirt over her head. “I won’t beg, Sir.”
“Words to make you eat later, princess.” His cock tented his jeans nicely, and she wondered if he wasn’t right. He was so gorgeous, and he made her feel safe.
She tossed her shirt aside and unclasped her bra, watching him watch her. One big muscular arm was around the back of the sofa and his body was relaxed, with the exception of his impressive erection. She’d seen the man in leathers, seen him dressed for the gym. Not once had that cock of his made an appearance.
Was he telling her the truth? Was she the only woman he wanted? The idea of having every ounce of this man’s focus on her made her nipples peak. He made all the right moves. He seemed to know exactly what she needed, and he made sure she got it. Oh, he would prove himself to be human, but for now there was a magical feel to being with this man. She’d hesitated so much in the last few months that it felt good to follow her instincts.
Which had her shimmying out of her jeans and undies and standing naked in front of him. She grew up in a family where shame wasn’t a word unless it had to do with missing the answer to final Jeopardy. She was comfortable in her skin, and sometimes she wondered if a part of that was because she was pulled out of school before she got hit with the mean-girl shit. Her sister had far more hangups than she did.
“Damn, you are gorgeous.”
She had to give him a saucy smile. “It’s not like you haven’t seen most of it. Fet wear leaves little to the imagination. It’s why we enforce some strict rules since we’ve got so many siblings playing.”