I suck in a breath. “The day you were with Gwen, talking to Miss Hopper, you were at the prison talking to my father. How’d you get access? My father rarely takes visitors.” I cross my arms and stomp my feet.
He shrugs. “Same as everyone else. I put in my application and went through the approval process.”
“This is not like applying for a credit card or a home loan, Bobby. My father is a mobster!” I whisper-yell. I clutch at my chest. Oh God, Gwen is rubbing off on me. “He has enemies. They’ll find out you visited One Shot and take you out like that.” I snap my fingers.
Bobby has the nerve to tackle me, grab me by the waist, and haul me onto the bed. And the kicker? He’s laughing. Fucking laughing!
We bounce on the mattress. Quicker than I can blink, I’m under him with his weight half on me. His arms are next to my head again, and his chest and abs keep me in place. I wiggle my body, trying to free myself from under his weight.
His jaw tightens. “Ever.”
I glide past his warning and wiggle more. He moans. I wrap my legs around his thick waist. He shifts the lower half of his body. His erection nestles in my hot spot. Every nerve in my body stands on end, as if I’ve been zapped by electricity.
Thoughts of my father, Bobby’s visit, and my father’s permission fall to the wayside.
Bobby’s fingers tangle in my hair. I grip his hip and lift mine. I roll my hips. His erection is big and thick beneath his gray sweatpants. His mouth parts, and his eyes are hooded.
“Fuck, Ever, that feels good, baby.”
Is that so? I trench my fingers in his silky strands and roll my hips. Biting down on his bottom lip, Bobby yanks his shirt over his head one-handed. Goodness, that’s sexy. His sweatpants are next.
In his boxers, Bobby reaches over, opens the top drawer of my nightstand, and pulls out condom wrappers. I gape. “When did you?—”
He slips them under a pillow. “When I brought my shampoo and body wash over.”
“I have an IUD,” I say, remembering his rules. “The dominance part?—”
I’m grabbed by my ankles and tugged down the bed until my ass is hanging off the edge.
“Bobby.” I’m out of breath and dizzy. He’s in shape and I’m not. He’s experienced. I’ve only been with one man.
Bobby looks at me as though he sees my insecurities. A heartbeat passes between us. His eyes soften. Tenderness like I’ve never seen on a man’s face . . . Well, he’s looking at me like I’m the most precious person in his world.
My insecurities melt away. I crook a finger. His eyes gleam. A wicked grin transforms his face from hero to villain to the bad boy of my fantasy.
Bobby’s gaze rakes me from my messy hair to my chest that’s rising and falling rapidly in anticipation of his mouth on me and his thick cock inside me. I go to pull my tank top over my head.
“Stop.”
My hand is midair.
“I undress you.”
“Submit?” I bring my arm to my side.
“Dominate.”
A three-syllable word that has the power to make my insides quiver with need and my pussy throb for this dominance that would taste sweet in my mouth and stretch and fill my tight, wet channel.
“Submission is weakness,” I challenge. What would Bobby think if I gave in too easily? I have to, at the very least, question his beliefs. Otherwise, he’ll think he has the upper hand in the relationship.
“Trusting someone to keep you safe, to give you pleasure and pain beyond your wildest dreams, is not weakness.”
His words turn me on. I’m hot from my hairline to my toes. Oh God, my toes. The long scar on my leg. He asked about it when he hiked up my dress over my hips and saw the leftover of my recklessness and regret from the accident as a permanent scar on my flesh.
Was he disappointed when I didn’t tell him how I got it? He freely shared with me how he got the bullet scars, gouges in his skin, and most importantly, the jagged cut on his right brow. It wasn’t from the battlefield.
Finally done with not fighting back when he was bullied as a kid, Bobby put up his fist to avoid a jab in the face with brass knuckles. The metal nicked his eyebrow. Thank goodness he did. Bobby could’ve been blinded. He knocked the kid out with one punch before the kid could land another.
