Page 102 of Lowering His Guard

“You mean we have the whole night together?” I nod. “You don’t need to race out of here in the morning like a shark is chasing you?”

I grunt. “Sharks aren’t on land.”

She shrugs. “You get what I’m saying.”

I prowl forward and she retreats until her back hits the kitchen counter. “We have all night.”

Her eyes flare and those little flecks of gold sparkle. “I want to get out my pompoms and cheer but you’re blocking me.”

“No cheering. Just screaming.”

“I don’t scream.”

“Tonight you will.”

She bats her eyelashes. “Is this a promise?”

“Don’t say things I don’t mean.”

She stares up at me for a moment. “Race you to the bedroom.”

She ducks under my arm and dashes across the tiny kitchen to the bedroom. I stalk after her. She flings her clothes at me as she undresses. First her shirt hits me in the face. Then, her bra.

She bends over and shimmies her shorts and panties down her legs in one go. My cock hardens and lengthens at the view of her perfect ass sticking up in the air.

She starts to stand. “Don’t.”

She peers at me through a curtain of shiny black hair. Hair I know feels like silk. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t move.”

“Why not?”

I lift an eyebrow. “Are you going to listen to instructions or do I have to gag you?” I tap her ass. “Or maybe I’ll spank you.”

She bites her bottom lip. “I’ve never been spanked before.”

“Wanna try?”

Her nose wrinkles. “Not sure.”

If she’s not sure, I’m not pushing her. Not yet at least. Once we know each other better, I’ll enjoy pushing her to her limits. Playing with her body until I wring every ounce of pleasure possible out of her.

I tap her ass. “On the bed.”

She hesitates. “I didn’t say you can’t gag me.”

My cock twitches at the image of May gagged, naked, and spread out on her bed for me with such force I nearly lose my balance. I shouldn’t be surprised. This woman is constantly throwing me off balance.

“Do you have a gag?” I growl out the words. I’m too far gone for normal speech.

“I have a scarf.”

She reaches past me to the cupboard behind me. She opens a drawer and retrieves a scarf. She flourishes it. “Will this do?”

I snatch the fabric from her. It’s a bandana made of a smooth, non-stretchy fabric. This’ll do. It won’t shed lint or threads, which could be a choking hazard. I won’t allow my pint-sized surfer to choke. Unless I’m the one with my hands around her neck.

I hold it up. “You sure?”