“Don’t ever stop.”
My eyes lift to his, and as my heart seems to burst out of my chest, he kisses me in the slowest, most tantalizing way I’ve ever been kissed.
Ilovethe way he kisses me.
It’s engulfing and obsessive.
It leaves no room for doubts or questions of whether what we are is real.
He’s all in, damn the consequences.
He grins against my lips when we part. “Morning, beautiful,” he says before kissing the tip of my nose.
“Hi,” I manage.
“You’re very… something, today,” he says, his eyes narrowing slightly.
“Had a good week,” I reply.
His smile somehow broadens. “I was thinking last night—”
“Well, that’s a dangerous statement,” I mutter.
He pinches my ass in response, chuckling. “I was thinking last night about all the things I want to do to you after this week,” he goes on. “I stayed up after I left you and looked at week-long getaways for us to the middle of the desert just so I don’t have to worry about anyone hearing your screams.”
I resist a smirk. “I think that’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me,” I tell him.
A huff of amusement leaves him, and he leans down to skim his nose against my cheek and down to my jaw. “I want you spread eagle and tied across the bed,” he says, his voice low. “I want you gagged and blind to my plans. I want your body wholly responsive to me and my touch. I crave every tear and whimper and cry you’re capable of, and when I’ve taken you all the way to the edge of your limit, to the point when your safe word sits on the tip of your tongue and you think you can’t take anymore… You’ll come in ways you never thought possible. All of this… all of this, andso much more. Do you think you can handle that, beautiful?”
I’m nearly salivating at his promises.
“Handcuffs?” I ask.
He smiles. “If you want handcuffs, I’ll give you handcuffs.”
“More ropes? Floggers? Edible panties?”
A chuckle rolls out of him. “You’re so desperate, baby.”
I am.
I am fucking desperate.
I’m desperate for how safe he makes me feel, for the way he treats the darkest parts of me. I’m desperate for the care he takes and his challenge, for the shared respect and obsession we have for one another.
“You have no idea,” I manage.
He takes a jagged breath, his fingers raking through my hair, and the soft way he smiles debilitates me. “Our break starts in a few weeks. I can make it happen if you can.”
He’s serious.
“I have vacation days saved up,” I say. “Are we really talking about this?”
His nose nudges mine. My heart flutters in response, and I grab his shirt to stay balanced when he kisses me.
“I mean to keep you as long as you’ll have me, Andersyn Matthews,” he whispers once we part.
“Why?” I ask.
