“Tell me what youdowant, Mouse. Don’t be shy.” I’m giving her the power this time. We have the whole weekend to explore the many ways we can enjoy each other. In the meantime, I’m happy to satisfy her however she chooses.
“Can you just be like you’ve been the other times? You don’t usually take things slow. And I like when you…” She clams up and bites her lip in embarrassment.
“When I…?”
“Ugh.” She huffs out in frustration, her face going red, before she mumbles her answer, “When you… take charge.”
“Well, in that case, Mouse, let’s get your bag and go to the room.” Standing, I reach for her hand, leading us to the lodge to return the glasses.
I’ve been curious about something, and as we walk to the parking lot, I can’t help but ask, “So tell me, what kind of situation calls for keeping an overnight bag in your car?”
She laughs. “I’m surprised it took you this long to ask. I figured that would’ve been the first question after I told you that.” She shakes her head and continues, “Sometimes when I go to my parents’ house for dinner, I end up staying over rather than driving home.”
The answer fills me with relief. “I’m happy to know it’s not because of all the one-night stands you’re having now that I’ve corrupted you. You know, by making it so good that you want it all the time.” I bring the hand I’m holding to my lips and kiss the back of it.
She laughs. “I’m not that easy to corrupt. I still have the same thoughts on the matter, but since we’ve already been together…” She shrugs, leaving the sentence unfinished as she digs for her keys.
When she reaches for the bag, I immediately take it from her while pushing the button to close the trunk. “Now I see why you gave in so easily. You’re just using me for sex,” I tease, causing her to laugh again.
I’m becoming addicted to the sound. I’ve never tried this hard to make a woman happy before, outside of the bedroom, that is. ButI must say, I’m enjoying it. I’m also loving the blushes I earn. I’d say the current one is probably because I’m not far from the truth.
“That’s not true. I haven’t given in to anything yet.” She darts a glare in my direction.
“Yet, being the operative word.” I wink, swinging the bag over my shoulder and grabbing her hand again to lead us toward the room.
Despite her confession that she likes it when I take charge, the plan is still to let her set the pace initially. I don’t want another instance of coercing her into doing something she’s not ready for—not that that happened, according to her description to Owen, but I’m not taking the chance.
Once we enter the room, Poppy walks around to check it out while I put everything down. I made sure to reserve the best, because why not when it’s on the company’s dime?
It’s what you’d expect for a Montana lodge, with a rustic interior and large beams in the ceiling. A small kitchenette is on one side and a seating area on the other with sliding doors leading onto the deck. As we venture into the room, a king-size bed takes the stage, but my favorite part is the jacuzzi tub, big enough for two and looking out over the pond.
“Wow. This is beautiful. In all the times I’ve been here, I’ve never been inside a room,” she says in awe.
As she looks around, I only have eyes for her.
“What made you choose this place? I figured you’d be the type to stay at one of the posh hotels downtown.”
“That’s usually more my style, but I thought this would offer a little more privacy. The restaurant had great reviews, which were warranted, and the location was convenient if I needed to drive to Big Sky.”
“Hm. Well, I’m glad you did. It’s perfect.”
“Do you know what makes it perfect?” I ask, coming up behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist. I dip my head and kiss the top of hers.
“What?”
“You being here with me.”
“Okay, who are you and what have you done with Braden?” She laughs timidly while staring out the window.
That’s the second person to ask me that in a week—third, if I count myself.
“Hey.” I turn her to face me and bring my hands to her neck with my thumbs framing her jaw. “I mean it. Thank you for staying.” I kiss her softly but pull away without deepening it.
She bites her lip nervously.
I take pity and save her from responding. “What would you like to do? We can watch TV, play board games, or, my personal favorite, fill that gigantic tub and take a bath.”
Pink tinges her cheeks again, beckoning me to lean forward and kiss each one. “It’s okay, Mouse. Tell me what you want. You call the shots, remember?”
