ure how he’d do that, but she nodded anyway.
“I can do that. I’ll be fine. Thanks for the picnic. Sorry about all of this.”
Sitting on the bed facing her, he leaned in and cupped the side of her face. Then to her shock, he brushed his lips against hers. Once. Twice. Small, soft brushes of his lips. But she felt his touch all the way down in her pussy. She pressed her legs together with a small moan as he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue against hers, teasing her.
When he drew back, her breath was coming faster and his eyes looked heavy with lust.
“It was my pleasure,” he told her. He brushed some hair behind her ear. “As I was trying to say earlier, I like you, Marisol. I know you said that things were complicated, but I want to do what I can to simplify them.”
She opened her mouth and he placed a finger on her lips. “Just think about it, okay? With Clint away on his honeymoon, this is likely my last day off for a couple of weeks. So just take this time to think things over. I’m still going to be texting and calling. But just know, I want to take this further. I want you.”
“Really?” When had anyone wanted her?
“Really. Think on it. And remember, I’m texting you at five-thirty. Make sure you answer, or I’ll be back here checking on you. And you’ll be in trouble.”
Ooh. Was it wrong that the idea of being in trouble made her shiver in delight?
11
Linc was grateful not to encounter Marisol’s aunt on the way out. That woman was a predator. He could handle that bitch staring at him like he was a snack and she was starving.
What he couldn’t handle was Marisol having to deal with the unfeeling bitch day-in, day-out. He had a feeling there was more going on in that house than Marisol was letting on.
He didn’t like it. Didn’t like that he didn’t know what was happening and that Marisol didn’t yet trust him enough with the truth.
Soon.
He started his truck, feeling a curious wrenching in his chest. Something that told him not to leave. To go back there and gather Marisol in his arms, carry her down to his truck and take care of her.
He sighed. Unfortunately, with Clint leaving on his honeymoon, he wouldn’t have a lot of free time over the next two weeks. Still, he was sure he could carve out some time for another date, maybe they could go into the city, take in a movie.
Do a bit of toy shopping.
She needs to know what you are, first. What you want. Need. And she may not want the same things. Perhaps she isn’t a Little.
There had been a few signs, but he’d hoped for something more concrete today. Especially when he’d walked into her room. But there had been nothing to hint at a Little side. No toys, no stuffies, no coloring stuff. Not that that meant anything. She could have a Little side and not know. Or maybe her Little was older, or didn’t like to play or . . . Christ, he didn’t know.
He’d enjoyed himself today. She was fun. Sweet. Funny.
Turning into the driveway for Sanctuary Ranch, he headed up towards JSI headquarters and veered off to where Kent and Abby lived. Parking, he got out and walked towards the door. Laughter hit his ears as he knocked. Sounded like someone was having fun.
“Daddy, no! Put me down!”
There was a smacking noise that made his eyebrows rise and his lips twitch. The door opened and Kent stood there. There was a glob of something on his forehead that dripped down his face. And he held a wiggling Abby over his shoulder.
“Well, hello there, Kent. Miss Abby. You’re looking beautiful today,” he greeted them.
“Eek! Kent let me down!”
“Hmm. Let me think about that. How about no?” Kent smacked her ass as she tried to get down.
“Kent!” she cried, the embarrassment in her voice clear.
“Linc, come in,” Kent told him, stepping backwards with Abby.
Walking in, Linc shut the door behind him. “Sorry to interrupt.”
“Not at all. Abby here just thought it would be funny for me to wear the cookie dough rather than bake it.”