It’s also not fucking enough. I want to climb him. Show him who’s boss. But I also want to fall to his feet and submit to his every whim.
He tugs on my hair, pulling my head back as he bites and licks my neck, making his way to my mouth. Then he devours me like he craves the taste and can’t get enough.
Fuck.I thought he was innocent. Was I wrong about that?
When his hand moves to the collar of my shirt, he hesitates as if he’s waiting for something. And that’s when I know I was right. “Jonah, wait.”
“Shit,” he says with a groan. “I need another drink.”
“No, you don’t.” That’s the problem. Drunk Jonah.Sweet innocent Jonah. How can we do more than this if he doesn’t know what he wants? Or who I really am? Alcohol makes everything seem immediate. Necessary. But I can’t rush this. Rush him.
I move back. Not far. Just enough to put some distance between us.
He shakes his head. “Sorry. I didn’t mean— I messed up.”
“No, Jonah.” I lean in to catch his gaze. “You didn’t. But I think we should at least be sober.”
“And at most?”
He’s getting better at reading me. And that’s scary as hell. “You should know a few things about me.”
He takes another sip of his drink. “Like what?”
Sharing my darkest secrets with my stepbrother is dangerous. But this is what happens when I have too many rum and Cokes.
An overwhelming curiosity drives my response. “I like pain,” I say in a soft voice. “It gets me out of my head.”
He glances at my arms as if my wounds are visible. “Like cutting yourself?”
I almost laugh. Jonah is such an innocent cupcake. It’s annoying. And a little endearing. “Think less self-mutilation and more…” I sneak a glance at his earnest face. “Give me another, Daddy. I’ve been a bad boy.”
He chokes on his drink, coughing and sputtering. It’s cute, and I can’t help but grin. He clears his throat. “You’re into that?”
My good mood evaporates. Did I really expect anything different? “Well, this has been fun.”
Jonah grabs my arm before I can rise from the bed. “Hold up. I’m not judging you. I’m just surprised.”
“Sure.” I don’t believe him, but I’m hesitant to break this delicate thing between us.
Dropping his hand, he swallows. “I—” He stops and shakes his head. Pink splashes up his neck and across his cheeks.
I’m intrigued. “Jonah?”
He refills his drink and takes a healthy sip. His eyes avoid mine. “I like to boss people around.”
“That’s not a secret, doll.”
“I mean,” he says, his cheeks darkening, “I like—” He covers his face with his hands. “Never mind,” he mumbles.
Jonah in my face. Grabbing my hands. His voice commanding.
“You’re a Dom?” That explains a lot. Innocent Jonah isn’t as innocent as I thought.
His head jerks up, and he searches my face. Swallowing, he says, “I want to be.”
Something isn’t adding up. He doesn’t have trouble being forceful from what I’ve seen.
“Never mind.”
