One night where everything I do has the sole purpose of being enjoyable. No brothers’ ghosts to worry about. No uncle to deal with. No forced marriage to stress over. Just a night of senseless flirting and some heavy petting.
More, if I’m being honest, than that, but I’ll take what I can get.
“Okay.” He cups my cheek, running his thumb over my bottom lip. “I won’t bring it up again.”
“Good.” I smile.
He pushes back on the coffee table, dragging it a few feet away from me.
“Three rules for the rest of night. Ready?” He holds up three fingers.
A little thrill runs through me. “Yes. I’m ready.”
“One. If you want me to stop doing anything, you say stop. Two. Unless you say stop, you do everything I say. Three. No guilt.”
“Do you give all your ladies these rules?” I tease.
“No.” With his legs spread open, he points at a spot on the carpet between his knees. “Come here, Christiana. On your knees for me.”
She’s perfect.
With only a moment of hesitation, she scoots off the couch to her knees.
I’ve seen plenty of women crawl across a room for me. Most have playful looks in their eye, or wiggle their asses to make it more enticing. But not her.
She’s almost clumsy with her movements as she moves the few feet toward me. When she reaches her destination, she sinks back so her ass sits on the heels of her feet.
She looks up at me with innocent curiosity. She’s waiting for the next directive.
I lean into her, knuckling her chin until she brings her eyes to mine.
“Your eyes are so pretty.” I move in and brush my lips across hers, intending a brief kiss.
But it’s not enough.
I capture her mouth beneath mine. She’s like hot honey, all sweet and spice.
When I break the kiss, I press my forehead against hers.
“How has no one snapped you up yet?” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.
She laughs softly. “I’m not as easy to handle as I have been tonight. I’m stubborn and outspoken. A lot of men don’t like that.”
“I’m beginning to think you haven’t had any actual men in your life. Little boys don’t like women who can stand on their own two feet. Men find it sexy as hell.”
Her cheeks blush, and it’s such a fucking turn on my cock aches.
“You think I’m sexy?”
“Tell me no one you’ve been with has told you that before, and I’ll make you give me their names so I can have their eyes plucked out.”
My vow startles her, if her sharp intake of breath is any indication.
“Everything about you is sexy.” I brush her hair back with my fingers.
“You haven’t even seen all of me yet.” She’s teasing. It comes naturally, this playful banter.
“You’re right, I haven’t. It’s time to rectify that.” Leaning over her, I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder.
