A knock on the door brought her to her senses and she pulled away. “I just wanted to say thanks for being so good to me.” With small steps, she walked back to the recliner as he padded to the door to get the drinks.
A few hours later, her eyelids drooped as the credits came up for the movie they’d watched. Yawning, she stretched, then pulled the soft blanket under her chin.
“I’ll be going,” Diablo said, standing up.
“Do you have to?” she asked softly.
When he didn’t answer, she rolled on her back and sat up, the blanket falling down to her waist. She pulled in her knees and gazed at him, her stomach fluttering when she saw his heated look. “Do you want to have sex with me?” He took a few steps toward her and she sucked in her breath.
“Why’re you asking me?” His voice was low with a sharp edge to it.
She shrugged. “I figured you did since you asked me to spend the night in your room. Men like that, and you’ve been paying a lot of attention to me.”
“I’m not gonna lie and say that I don’t wanna fuck you, but I like it when the woman wants it too.”
“Maybe I do,” she whispered.
He shook his head. “I think you’re talking yourself into wanting it. I want you when you’re quivering and dripping with desire, not when you feel obligated because we had a nice day together.”
“Oh.” She hung her head down.
Diablo sat next to her and cupped her chin, pushing her head up gently. “I’ve been fighting the urge to slam my cock inside you the whole time we’ve been together. I like you… a lot, and I don’t say that shit to women. So don’t think I don’t desire you.”
“All the guys I’ve known would already have me pinned down. You’re different, and I like that.” She raised her eyes and caught his gaze, smiling when she saw tenderness and lust reflected in it.
“I’m glad I’m different. You’re not like any woman I’ve met.”
She leaned in and brushed her lips against his. “Thanks for caring and being patient with me,” she said against his mouth.
“I’m a very patient man when I think something’s worth it. And you, sweet pea, are definitely worth it.” He stroked her cheek, then stood up.
“I don’t want to be alone. Can you stay with me?”
Breathing out, he wiped his hands on his jean-clad thighs. “There’s no way I can stay in the same bed with you without fucking you, but I can sleep in the recliner.”
Shaking her head, she said, “No, I’ll sleep in the recliner. You take the bed.”
As soon as she said it, she knew he’d never do that, so she slipped down under the blanket, covering her shoulders with it. His boots thudded against the floor as he kicked them off before settling into the recliner, pushing it back as far as it would go. He leaned over and switched off the floor lamp, flooding the room in darkness.
“Good night, Diablo,” she said.
“’Night.”
In a few minutes, she took comfort in his deep breathing that filled the room. Shards of moonlight seeped in through the slats in the blinds, casting an almost angelic glow on him.
I can’t believe he didn’t fuck me. He’s a good man. The first one I’ve ever met.
Burrowing further into the mattress, she closed her eyes and fell asleep with thoughts of Diablo floating in her mind.
