“What do you mean?” I shrugged, doing my best to seem oblivious. To reel him in further, I turned around, giving him a chance to check out my ass. The groan that fell from his lips made me smile to myself.
I didn’t expect him to move, but he did. Dakota came up behind me and pressed a gentle hand on my hip to turn me around.
When I faced him, I saw the dark longing in his eyes. He didn’t touch more than my hip. He studied me, taking me in like he couldn’t figure out where to start. I stepped closer so he could feel my nipples pressed on his skin. His dick made me sigh when I felt it on my inner thigh.
Dakota’s gaze found mine when he heard the noise I released. The hand on my hip tightened, keeping me close while his other hand tucked under my chin. He tilted my head so I wouldn’t be able to look away.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, voice deep and barely audible over the steaming water.
“You,” I confessed. “Us.”
His cock twitched against me when he heard my response. He didn’t smile like I thought he would, but that was fine because I liked the darkness in his eyes more.
“What does that involve?” He dipped his head down, closing the small remainder of space between us. My lips parted, readying for a kiss. Dakota hovered over my mouth, teasing me with his addicting scent.
“You, pressing me against the wall. Your hands exploring me and moving lower and forcing my legs wider.”
I grinned when he finally gave me a smile, realizing I’d repeated his fantasy back to him. A chuckle rumbled through his body, giving me a sneak preview of how I’d feel moving against him during sex.
“You’d like that?” he asked with laughter still in his voice.
“I’d love it.”
I pressed my hands against his chest. The hard muscle felt more rigid than it looked. I imagined using it to brace myself as I rode him. Dakota would be a steady partner.
“I told you, I don’t do that with friends,” he reminded me. His smile faded only a little and he rubbed his thumb across my jaw.
“Good.” I nodded. “I’m not your friend tonight.”
He raised a brow. “You sure about that? You sure that’s what you want?”
“Never been surer of anything in my life,” I promised. “What about you? What do you want?”
Instead of answering, Dakota moved closer. His nose brushed mine and lips whispered, “May I?” I nodded and he gave me the kind of first kiss I’d never thought I’d get from him.
In my mind, sweet guys gave sweet first kisses. Dakota shattered expectations by parting my mouth. He gave me a hint of tongue before taking my bottom lip between his and sucking on it. He kissed me until I was breathless and held me against him until I felt the tip of his dick leaking with pre-cum.
“I want to bend you over, get you as wet as possible with my cock, and then clean up the mess you’ve made,” he answered in a firm voice once we pulled away for a breath. “I want you to fuck my fingers until you can’t stop yourself from coming. I want you to watch me taste you on my skin. That, Emmy, is what I want. It’s what I’ve wanted for a long ass time.”
I couldn’t breathe. Could barely see straight. All I could do was run through image after image of what that would look like. What that’d feel like. My pussy felt wetter than it’d ever been after hearing Dakota’s confession.
“I do need to warn you,” he continued. “I enjoy things a little rough. If that’s a problem, I’d be more than willing to pull back. At any time, you tell me to stop or slow down, it’s a done deal.”
“Rough?” Was the only thing I could manage to say with all this new information swimming in my head.
“Yes, a little. I won’t hurt you.”
“It’s hard to imagine you being anything outside of soft,” I mused.
“I enjoy a little more control,” he confessed. “When something’s given to me I don’t have any problems taking it. Taking what’s mine. Even if it’s just for tonight, you’re mine, and I’ll treat you as such.”
Breathless. My lungs emptied at his word. I’d gone and pushed all the right buttons, thank goodness. I chewed on my bottom lip, trying to hold back a moan at the thought of being his.
“Does that work for you?’ he asked with a cock of his eyebrow.
“It does,” I confirmed with no hesitation.
Chapter 19
