“What about the rest of the dishes?”
“I’ll sort them out in the morning.” Even though it would throw off her schedule.
“Let’s go then.” A slow smile bloomed on his lips, fascinating to watch and one that sent waves of fluster crashing through her. Fogged her good intentions.
She couldn’t let him take control of this—whatever it was between them. It was necessary to keep the upper hand to save herself from heartache. Yvonne dropped his hand and strode ahead to push open her bedroom door. She flipped on the light and stalked over to draw the curtains. Behind her, he closed the door and the sharp click of the lock engaging seemed like the turn of a key of a cell door.
Deep breath, Yvonne. Take control and throw him off course.
She forced her lips to a smile, pinned it in place and turned to face him. “I’d really like to try out the vibrating butt plug. Are you game?”
He blinked. “We could do that.”
“Good,” she said. “Why don’t you strip off and get on the bed while I get the lube? Would you like to lie on your back or would kneeling on all fours work better for you?”
Nolan made a choking sound. “You want to shove the plug in me?”
Gotcha.
She restrained her smirk with difficulty and waited a beat while she grappled for control. “I thought we could have turns.”Perfect delivery.“It’s not as if I’m gonna tell anyone. What happens in this bed stays in this bedroom.”
His expression had turned impassive seconds after her announcement, and curse it, she couldn’t decipher his thoughts.
“You have had anal sex before?”
“Not receiving,” he said.
His eyes were burning holes in her, making her wonder if she’d gone too far. “Don’t you think you should experience the act from the other side at least once? I have plenty of lube and know exactly what to do. If it hurts you too much, I can stop.” Heck, if she laid it on much thicker, she’d start clucking like a chicken.
“You’re right,” he said suddenly. “I’d love to fuck your ass, but it’s only fair if you get to do me too.”
Yvonne froze in the middle of mentally marshaling another argument. Had he said she was right?
Nolan started to strip, and bemused, Yvonne picked up the bottle of lube. She squeezed it to within an inch of its life to stop herself reaching for him. Bronzed skin. Long, muscled limbs and that light brown hair with blond streaks. Tight butt, just perfect for forward propulsion.Be still my heart.
“You’re gorgeous,” she blurted. “We always make love in the dark, and I never get to appreciate your sexy body.”
The tension noticeably seeped from his shoulders and his grin shone with pure, natural Nolan. “Now that you come to mention it, I don’t get to see you often either. Strip, darlin’ Yvonne.”
Visions of cellulite and a body that had borne two children zapped to the forefront of her mind. Every instinct told her to object, but one glance at his smiling face had her obeying. With the lube set aside, she started to disrobe. Her thick wool socks hit the floor first, followed by her blue jeans and her maroon jumper. Soon she was left in nothing but her bra and panties.
“Keep going,” he said, folding his arms over his broad chest.
His brown eyes held a dare she couldn’t refuse. Yvonne flicked her bra closure and the cups loosened, gaping forward to display her curves.
“Pretty. Come closer and let me taste those sexy nipples of yours.”
Her feet stayed firmly planted. “You’re just trying to change the order of events.”
“Nope.” His good humor sparkled from those big, brown eyes. “You’ve made a fair point. I wouldn’t let just anyone do this to me. I trust you.”
Something warm spread through her chest, and she smiled back, prowling over to the bed and halting beside him. His large hands closed on her hips, right above the elastic band of her panties. He craned his neck and captured one nipple between his lips. The draw of his mouth, the tight surge of suction almost took her out at the knees. She grabbed his shoulders for purchase while she savored the swirl of sensations.
“Harder,” she said, wanting, needing evidence of his attentions the next day. He released her nipple and sucked a mark on the underside of her breast. Like liquid heat, his touch spiraled down to converge in her pussy. They’d hardly started, yet already her body ached for him and his touch, his presence detonated bursts of pleasure that rippled through her body. Only Nolan. Boyfriends past, her husband…none of them managed to set her afire like Nolan.
He lifted his head, his eyes full of passion and heat. Lust. An answering surge filled Yvonne, and she was tempted to jump him and get to the good stuff. No. She’d go ahead with what she’d suggested, see if her depraved—according to her ex—sexing put him off. Best she learn now.
The truth. She thought he’d enjoy anal sex—she’d make sure he did, and when her orgasm finally came, it would be even more enjoyable due to the wait.
