Frowning, Lennox leaned back. “What?”
I blinked. “Huh?”
He smirked. “You said you were on punishment.”
I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip and nodded. “I did, didn’t I?” I murmured.
“You did.”
Sighing, I explained, “I had a string of bad experiences and I put myself on punishment.”
His tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Okay?” he prodded.
“From yak—and sex.”
Raising a brow, he said, “Oh.”
“It’s a long story,” I added, sitting back in the chair, away from his lips—and his hands. “Anyway—” I took a deep breath, “—I thought you should know that.”Lame. Instead of well-fucked, I was just fucked up—in the head. For ruining a moment that could’ve ended my self-imposed drought.
Lennox pulled my chair closer to him and tipped my chin up. “Blake, if you haven’t realized it yet, I want to know you.” He smiled. “All of you. Punishment or not.”
Having drinks with Lennox, listening to him tell me he wanted to get to know more about me, felt surreal. “Two of our interactions were crazy as hell,” I said. “I broke into your house, and you saved me from going to jail. If you were a client, I’d tell you to look at the signs and run.”
“First of all, you weren’t going to jail, Blake. And some signs are good.”
I scraped my fingernail over the edge of the table. “Still…I have to be honest, I wasn’t expecting you. I’m not sure what to do with this.”
“How about we change the narrative? You don’t have todoanything. Nothing you don’t want to do.”
I eyed him skeptically. He was almost too good to be true.
“But just so you know,” he continued, “I have mostly good intentions.”
“Mostly?” I croaked.
“Since you’re on punishment, I won’t tell you about the bad ones right now.”
I laughed. “You’re silly.”
“I’m serious. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to you. I think it’s pretty obvious I can’t take my eyes off you. While Icouldsit here and tell you I don’t want you in my bed—or on my lap or in my shower or against that wall over there—that would be a lie.”
I eyed the wall he’d referenced, thinking back to my own thoughts earlier, the naughty scene I’d mapped out in my head.
“But it’s about more than that for me.” He grazed my chin with his thumb. “Say yes,” he whispered.
His lips brushed against mine. Softly first. Tentative. But when he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, biting down on it gently, I was lost. He slipped his hand into my hair and gripped my chin with his other hand, pulling me closer and deepening the kiss. It was all tongue and teeth, moans and groans. It was everything. I’d never been kissed like this. I never wanted it to stop. Gripping his collar, I succumbed to the pull, letting him have his way with me, letting his mouth dominate mine, letting his lips control the pace, the pressure. The experience was new for me, and I liked it. Hell, Ilovedit.
When he pulled away, I could still taste him. I opened my eyes slowly. “Punishment’s over,” I whispered.
Chuckling, he leaned his forehead against mine. “Have dinner with me?”
“Not breakfast—in your bed?”
He searched my eyes. “Eventually.”
I closed my eyes. “I told you… You are trouble.”
His mouth quirked up. “I’ll be good trouble tonight. After this, I make no promises.”
