Okay, I need to hold onto that courage. Now that it’s a real possibility, I can feel my tail trying to tuck itself between my legs.
Violet:Are you up for some company?
Skye:Sure am, baby girl.
My heart is a drum against my ribs as I stare at the screen.
Baby girl.
Two words. I’ve never been called anything but Violet. Or Solace. Or a problem.
And God, I love it.
I’m moving before I can think, a blur through the sterile halls, taking the stairs two at a time until I hit her floor. There, I force myself to slow, to breathe, to not look like a complete maniac.
The questions swarm. Will she let me? Is this against some unspoken rule? Our contract outlines my submissions, my surrender. But it says nothing about me giving pleasure. Nothing about me taking her apart.
Only one way to find out.
I raise my hand to knock, but the door clicks open before my knuckles connect. She’s there, leaning against the frame, and her smile is warm, a little wicked, and it steals the air from my lungs.
I don’t hesitate. I walk right into her space, throwing my arms around her neck, burying my face against her shoulder. Her arms close around me, solid and immediate, and I squeeze like I’m clinging to a cliff’s edge. It feels more than good. Like a sanctuary. In the circle of her arms, the world shrinks to nothing more than her strength, her scent, and the steady beat of her heart against mine.
She makes the dread dissolve while she’s holding me. Nothing can get me here.
They can’t get me.
“Everything okay?” Her voice is a low rumble against my ear.
I realize how this must look. Me racing here and launching myself at her.
I chuckle, trying to keep the heat from rising in my cheeks.
“Yes. Really good.” I pull back just enough to meet her eyes, my courage still a live wire in my chest. “I need to discuss something with you, and I need to get it all out before you give me an answer.”
Her brows furrow like I’m crossing a line here, but I don’t care. I need to be able to be myself, and if that means I come barreling into her hotel room and tell her what I want to do with her body, then so be it.
“I want to touch you,” I finally admit.
Skye’s gaze flicks over my shoulder. I follow it and wince. The door is still wide open.
“Sorry,” I whisper.
She reaches past me, pushing it shut with a firmclick, and shakes her head with a soft rumble of laughter.
“You want to touch me?” she repeats like she needs to confirm a translation of a foreign language.
“Yes. I know it sounds crazy because I’m not supposed to be ordering you around. And I know we did some new things this morning with toys and safe words, but I need to know what it’s like to feel you." I swallow hard. "And to please you.”
Her expression softens at those last words, and I wonder how many times she’s been taken into consideration in the bedroom.
No, I don’t. That’s an awful thought, and I don’t want to know what she's done with other women.
“I see.” Intrigue coats her eyes. “And you want to do that now?”
I look around the hotel room to make sure it isn’t filled with her teammates because when I came in, flung myself into her arms, and confessed my urges to her, I never thought to make sure she didn’t have company.
Thankfully, it’s empty. Imagine the looks I’d get.
