Every minute spent with her only pushed home how right they were together. The hike. The sex—my God, the sex. Scintillating conversation, compatible senses of humor… The only thing he didn’t like was the way Ann held back from him. He could see the wariness in her big blue eyes when she watched him. He didn’t like it. He wanted to see her surrender, to see that the love between them had only been buried, not exhausted.
Tonight he planned to push past her comfort zone into some hard-hitting truths. In between making her come and cry out his name.
He grinned to himself and pressed the doorbell.
A frown answered him as the door opened. “You’re early.”
Ann wore a robe and had her hair up in a bun that made him hunger to take it down—but only after he’d kissed, sucked and licked every inch of her first.
“You’re not dressed.” He forced a frown. “Did we or did we not have a bet?”
“Oh, stuff it. I’m still getting ready. Go sit in the living room.”
He swore he heard her sayjackassbefore she stomped down the hall and disappeared.
A glance around showed him more of Ann. The house was cozy. Neat, comfortable and colorful. She had a few pictures of her family and friends. None of him. But then, why would she? Still, it bothered him. He wanted to see a few photos of them smiling together. Them backpacking, touring Germany, France. Taking in a sunset at the beach. An awesome fantasy of a future he’d once dreamed about.
As he’d feared, coming back to Bend had been about more than reconnecting with family. Ann had been a large part in his decision as well. He wanted marriage, a family, and the one woman who should have been by his side and wasn’t.
Ann’s footsteps echoed on the hardwood floor. He grinned as he noticed the shuttered blinds all around. Ann knew he’d go freaky on her from the start. Smart girl. “Are you wearing what I sent you?”
“How did you know my size?” she asked, her voice coming from right behind him.
Remembering what he’d purchased, he felt his blood race, his cock hardened and he had to swallow past the lump in his throat. Pouncing on her would not send the right message. Though he planned on making love to her all night, he needed to pace himself. He wanted her so hooked on his body that he’d be in her mind and heart before she could push him back out. He’d make sure she never looked at another man again for pleasure. Or love and affection.
Now that he’d finally admitted to himself that he had to have her and no one else, he forced himself to relax.Roll with it. She’s yours. Act the part. Be the man.
He unbuttoned the top of his shirt and sighed. With his knees spread, and relaxing into her couch, he felt like a sultan awaiting his servant and smiled at the thought. “Come here, girl.”
“Girl? Really?”
He stifled laughter. “I could call you slave.”
“No, no. Girl is fine. Bad enough I really do feel like a harem girl in this stupid outfit.” She moved in front of him and waited.
He took his time studying her, wondering if a man could orgasm from sight alone. She wore red high heels, a miniscule black skirt that cupped her ass, and a bikini top that might as well have been a length of dental floss with two tiny triangles for all that itdidn’tcover her. The top barely hid her nipples but allowed him to see her full breasts and taut belly.
“Very nice. Any underwear?” He’d told her to leave it off.
“No.”
“How about ‘No, Master’?”
“How about ‘Kiss my ass’?” she said sweetly.
“Sure thing. Turn around.”
She blinked at him. “Ah, I was just kidding.”
“I’m not. You don’t do what I tell you to, you’ll be punished.” He spread his legs wider, trying to give his cock some relief from his constricting jeans.
She eyed him and bit her lower lip. So fucking adorable. He wanted to take her and ride her into the first of many orgasms to come. But she obeyed and turned around.
“Good girl. Don’t move,” he ordered.
She nodded, her hands by her sides.
He sat up and grabbed her thighs, delighting in the silky feel of her legs. “You shaved.”
