“I’ve never heard of anyone having birthday cake and ice cream as their favorite dessert.”
“What are you talking about?”I cried.“If it wasn’t an all-time favorite, would it be present at every birthday party ever?”
“It’s only because it’s an easy way to serve the masses.”
I’d heard this argument too many times.It amazed me the hostility with which people regarded birthday cake.
“Off.With.Your.Head.”I clipped.
“I think you’re getting your history mixed up.”
“The only good thing about what you said is the fact it shows you have a flaw.”
“I have flaws.”
“You want to share?”
He shrugged.“Sure.I have a temper that I’ve been known to lose on occasion.I’m pushy.Over-protective at times.I’m not particularly driven by money or material things, so I tend to live simply.I spend too much money on travel by some people’s standards.And I tend to enjoy control in almost all areas of my life but most definitely in bed.”
“In bed,” I repeated.
“Out of everything I said, that’s the part you want to talk about?”
“Yes.No!No, it just surprised me.”
“Surprised you?Or surprised you that I said it?”
I studied him for a moment.“I guess I’m not surprised when I think about it.I’m just surprised you said it.”
“Would you rather I sprang it on you?”
“I’ve never been with anyone who wasn’t a strict vanillarian.”
“Vanillarian?”He laughed.“I love that.What would you call someone like me?”
The best kind of surprise.
Every woman’s secret fantasy.
A dream.The kind that’s so hot you wake yourself up with the sound of your own moans.
“A BDSMer?”
He threw his head back, the sound of his laughter making me grin.“No, I’m not a BDSMer.Or a dominant.Not in the way you’re probably thinking.I’m just going to make damn sure, when I finally get to love you, that I wring every single ounce of pleasure out of you until you’re boneless.”
He lifted his ice water and took a sip.
“Ah,” I pretended to nod sagely.“Everybody boneless by the end.That’s a good goal.”
He slammed the bottle down on the table, coughing and laughing.“You made me choke on my water.”
“I bet you want to make me choke on something,” I replied drily.
He sputtered and shook his head, amusement warming his gaze.“We’re going to have a blast,” he promised.
“Daire,” I began.
“Don’t, Harley.Don’t ruin a perfect day.I won’t push.If you still don’t want this by Christmas, I’ll walk away.Can you give me until Christmas to convince you?”
