“I would like this to be more than”—I nearly choke on my words as his hand slides around to cup my jaw—“sex.”
“Good answer,” he whispers before placing a kiss on my lips.
Ah.
That feels…much nicer than I anticipated.
Sensual. Soft. Perfect.
My first kiss.
Oh, another one. I chase his lips when he pulls away.
“Was that okay?” he asks.
I nod, my head loose. We stand there for a few moments, studying each other.
“What’s next?” he asks, placing his words carefully.
“I’m hoping the next logical progression would be the bedroom.” I lift my hands. “I am big onyourconsent though. You tell me.”
Oak looks at the ground, smiling. “You say you want a relationship, but how do you feel about the ethics of me fucking you?”
“Because you diagnosed me?”
“Because my purpose in coming here today was to provide help and counsel after an incident.”
“But you haven’t done that yet,” I point out.
“Also true, but the intention was there.”
“Can’t intentions change?” I lean in, my mouth close to his. “I mean, you’ve already kissed me.”
Oakley doesn’t move to complete the kiss. He just keeps me there, suspended with a look.
“They can.” He kisses my nose. “And I did.”
“Huh?” I ask, lost in the smell of his expensive beard oil and his toothpaste.
His chuckle is a deep rumble in his chest. “Intentions can change, and I did kiss you.”
“What’s your intention for me now?” I ask.
Oakley’s massive chest expands. Deflates. Expands. His cheeks redden.
“I’d like to tie you to the bed, blindfold you, and fuck you into the mattress.”
My eyes go into the black.
He doesn’t flinch.
He doesn’t look away.
“Yeah?”
Oakley’s smile softens. “Yeah.” He presses his forehead tomine, wrapping his arms around me. “Come here, my beautiful monster.”
I allow myself to be pulled into his all-encompassing warmth. He is as strong as his father, but well padded. Hot like a Texas spring and just as lovely.
