I do as I’m told, even though part of me feels like it might be more fun to defy him, just to see what he’ll do. I’m beyond intrigued by the idea of getting spanked. Lord knows I’ve written my share of spanking scenes in books. But I’ve never experienced it.
For a while, I considered visiting a club and finding someone to demonstrate as many implements as possible on me so I’d know what they felt like, but I always chickened out. Instead, I’ve relied on videos and lots of written research. I have three sensitivity readers who are in the lifestyle, and they’ve let me know when I need to tweak a scene, but more often than not, they praise my work. They’re impressed by how well I can create the impression that I have experience.
We don’t say much while we finish our meal, which is probably for the best. Every time one of us speaks, our words are so filled with sexual innuendo that it’s difficult to chew and swallow.
Mostly it’s me. This new Melody who came out to play today for the first time. I’ve never met her and had no idea she existed.
Also, for the first time in my life, I feel like throwing caution to the wind and letting someone into my body. It’s the first time I’ve come anywhere close to feeling this horny. I should seize the opportunity and take this man to my bed.
He insinuated he would not have sex with me tonight, but surely he was just being polite. At the time, I was in a panic, nowhere close to considering taking my clothes off with a man, any man. But I’m not the same woman I was before dinner.
We clean the kitchen together, loading the dishwasher and washing the larger pans. It’s so domestic and comfortable. As if we’ve done this a hundred times and fully intend to do it a million more in the future.
I ponder that possibility. He keeps telling me I’m his. He’s so cocky and sure of himself. But can it be real? People don’t actually meet in real life and fall in love within seconds.
Except, the Wilde heirs do. Three of them have in the past two months.
Could I be the fourth Wilde wife?
I’m nervous and fidgety as we put the last pan away, but Brody immediately backs me up to the counter, cups my face, and kisses me again. “Mmm,” he hums into my mouth. “Seems like weeks since I last tasted you.”
I grab his biceps and rise onto my tiptoes, meeting his kiss more passionately than I was capable of the first two times.
His hands come to the small of my back, and he holds me firmly against him. With our height difference, his erection presses against my ribs. It feels ridiculously large. Surely my vivid imagination is conjuring up the image.
Brody growls as he pulls away. “You’re going to marry me.”
I stare at him. He’s probably right. But it’s so fast.
He spins us both around, lifts me by the waist, and sets me on the island. We’re closer to eye-to-eye in this position. His hands are on my hips. “I thought my cousins were batshit out of their minds when I arrived to find them getting married left, right, and center. My brother, too. But it’s contagious. I want what they have. I want my ring on your finger and my child growing in your womb.”
I shudder. “Maybe we should revisit that in about six months,” I half joke.
He shakes his head, not laughing at all. “We’re not waiting that long. You’ll cave soon.”
I cock my head to one side. “What makes you so sure?”
He tugs me forward and sets his lips on my ear. “Because I’m not going to let you have my cock until we’re married.”
I gasp. I’m pretty sure this is what Claire, Reagan, and Arianna were also faced with. “Why would you do that?” I mutter.
“Because it’s effective,” he says against my ear. He nuzzles my neck. “Your pulse is racing. I suspect your pussy is soaked and needy. All I have to do is make you feel like this night and day until you give in.” He threads one hand with mine, leans back, and brings his lips to my ring finger. “A diamond belongs right here.” He kisses my knuckle.
My head is spinning. He’s serious.
I shake out the cobwebs so I can pose a few more problems. “You said you’re not staying in Wilde.”
“So, you’ll go with me to San Antonio.”
I slowly shake my head. “No. I like it here. This is my home. It’s the first real home I’ve ever had. I like the people. They like me. I live here, Brody.” Why am I arguing with this man about where we’ll live after we’re married? Madness.
Brody blinks. I don’t think he expected this resistance.
Chapter 8
Melody
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