“Um, I was wondering if you intended to do away with me. Then I thought about the cop we spoke with earlier, so I figured murder wasn’t on the cards.”
“Did you have nightmares as a kid?”
Luckily he didn’t sound angry. Instead, amusement came through loud and clear.
“My mother thinks imagination is unbecoming to a lady.”
“For my purposes, using your sexy mind is a good thing. It means I can play you and drive you to distraction before I allow you pleasure.”
“For the record, I’m not good with blood. I considered nursing but a cut on my brother’s leg shot down that aspiration. I took one horrified look at all the red stuff, fainted and hit my head. I still have a scar on my scalp.”
“Do you chatter when you’re nervous?”
“It appears so,” she said.
“You have nothing to fear from me.”
The confidence in his voice went a long way to quashing her runaway fears. The talking helped too. She always surrounded herself with noise, even when she was alone she had the television on or music playing. “Okay. That’s good.”
“This first time I’m going to tell you everything I intend to do before I do it.”
She nodded, and when he didn’t speak, she said, “Okay.”
“Good girl.” A rustling sounded, and she cocked her head to hear better. “I want you to lie with your back flat on the mattress and your legs parted. Are you feeling cold?”
“No.” Laura squirmed down and positioned her body as he’d directed. The cool air washed against her heated pussy, the contrast not unpleasant.
“I have a tub of special cream. Once the cream heats, it will stimulate your nerve endings. I’m going to kiss you and then we’ll get to the good stuff.”
“Goodie.” She peeked, blinked a couple of times, searching his face. This wasn’t a face intent on murder or anything except pleasure. Her gaze darted the length of his body and what she saw reassured her. His cock was full and aroused, the ruddy cap shiny with pre-come.
“Look at me, Laura.”
Oops, he’d caught her. Her gaze went to his face, and his mouth quirked at the corners.
“I’m not fond of blood either.”
“Good to know.”
Before she could say more, his mouth covered hers. The kiss started slow, a gentle mating of lips, little by little gaining momentum until his tongue was sliding into her mouth, stroking hers and shoving her deep into temptation. All she could do was hold on and ride the wild sensations. She’d been kissed before, but this was more.Better. It was decadent chocolate. It was sin laced with Dallas and very, very addictive.
When he lifted his head, her body cried for more—more touches, more of him. Talk about skill. Sadly, the physical contact didn’t seem to rock him with the same fierce detonations. She wanted to dwell on the fact, consider what it meant, but he raced ahead, producing his tub of special cream.
When he removed the lid, the scent of carnations filled the air. He dipped in his finger and took a small amount.
“Ready?”
“You’re asking me?”
“I can see you’re going to be a challenge.”
A zip of sensation sizzled along her veins. “Isn’t it your job to make sure I do what you tell me?”Holy Hannah. Had she said that?
He stilled, his finger hovering above her nipple. “You have to want me to take charge.”
“Why?” Something in his hard stare told her if she didn’t want that then she was wasting their time. She considered the endless days that were her life. The constant struggle for independence. The truth was she was tired of fighting. It would be so nice to trust someone once in a while and just…just drift.
A tiny voice piped up.Isn’t that what you’d be doing with Dallas?
