And no, Niall Kerry. I won’t just be another notch on your bedpost – even though I technically carved out that notch myself by jumping into bed with him – but I won’t give you anything else. I’m a grown woman who hadn’t had sex for a year. I just wanted one night with a man.
End of story.
“Okay,” he smiles – but it’s not the same as before.
“Honestly, you don’t owe me anything. You didn’t even have to stay the night.”
Am I pushing this too far? I wouldn’t have liked to wake up and find that he’d disappeared during the night; but I’m committed to the role now. I have to keep it up.
“I’m a gentleman.”
I have some serious doubts about that, but I’ll let him believe whatever he wants.
“Well, seeing as we have nothing else to say to each other…” He turns and places his mug in the sink. “I guess it’s time for me to go.”
“I guess it is.”
“I’ll go and get my things.”
“I think they’re all in my bedroom – or maybe I saw some in the hallway…” I say casually, ignoring the fact that my cheeks are burning up.
He starts to walk off, followed by Caramel; but before he leaves the room, he turns. “Last night was…” He sighs, and I lift my gaze to look at him. “You were…” He’s really having trouble now. “I’m sorry about all those,” he says, gesturing towards my love bites.
I instinctively touch my neck, where I saw the first mark.
“I’m sorry, too,” I say, nodding towards his own collection of bruises and scratches.
“I’ll think of them as war wounds.”
“War?” I ask, amused. “Aren’t we exaggerating a little?”
He smiles again, that confidence oozing back into his expression – along with something else.
“Are you sure you remember what happened?”
“Of course,” I say nonchalantly, turning back towards my coffee.
“If you say so…cowgirl.”
I almost drop the mug to the floor.
“I want to ride you,” I whisper into his ear. “I want to tame my wild beast.”
His hands grab hold of my butt cheeks.
“I’m all yours, cowgirl. You can tie me up, if you want to.”
“Don’t tempt me.” Adrenaline courses through my veins.
“You can do whatever you want to me.”
The door slams shut, shaking me from my thoughts and dropping me firmly in the present, back to this morning. I’m in my kitchen, filling my mind with memories from the night before.
I really rode Niall Kerry; and I think I tied him up with something, too. And I’m terrified that I liked it.
A little.
Okay, a lot.
