“Once you were asleep.” He winked at her, and she smiled.
“You’re not angry with me?”
“Of course not.” What did she take him for?
“Now you’re frowning. Did I say the wrong thing?” She bit her lip.
His frown deepened. What was going on? It wasn’t like Reagan to be so unsure of herself. He cupped her face, studying her. “What’s wrong?”
She tried to look away, but he wouldn’t let her. “Sometimes I don’t always understand what people want with me. I get things wrong, and people grow upset with me.”
People? Or other men?
His gut burned with jealousy at the thought of her with another man, but he pushed it to the side. Right now, his sub was uncertain, and it was up to him to reassure her. First, though, he had to understand.
“People? Are you talking about other Doms?”
“Yes, sometimes. And with some of the Doms I’ve played with, well, I didn’t always feel like they deserved my submission. I know that’s a terrible thing to say—”
He placed a finger over her mouth. “You don’t submit to anyone you don’t want to, got me?”
She watched him carefully then nodded.
“Those Doms sound like they didn’t deserve your submission.”
“That’s not the way they saw it. It may come as a surprise to you, but most people find me difficult to deal with.”
He didn’t smile. He didn’t want her to think he was laughing at her. He placed his hand behind her neck possessively, loving the way her eyes flared. Reagan was tough, independent, and sometimes painfully honest.
He wouldn’t have her any other way. He pulled her in for a kiss.
“You couldn’t submit to those other Doms because you were waiting for me.”
She drew in a breath, her eyebrows raised. “That’s a pretty arrogant comment.”
“It’s the truth.” And it was. She was meant for him.
He pulled her robe open and ran his thumb over her nipple. She arched her back.
“Sir!”
Leaning in, he kissed her nipple lightly then flicked it with his tongue. She reached out and ran her hands through his hair. Much as he loved her touch, right now, he didn’t have the time to truly indulge himself.
“Place your hands on my shoulders,” he told her.
She whimpered, and he gave her a stern look. “Now.”
Without any more hesitation, she obeyed him. Fuck, his cock was so full he was about to explode. He undid more buttons, then reached in to cup her mound.
“Hot and wet.”
“Yes,” she answered, even though it hadn’t been a question. “Please, let me touch you, Sir.”
“No time. Jack is due here any minute.” He ran a finger around her clit, and she shuddered. Damn, he loved the way she responded to him. He drove two fingers deep inside her just as he heard a knock on the door.
Fuck, the bastard was early.
Tiny withdrew his fingers from Reagan’s pussy. She cried out softly in protest. He thought about making Jack wait, but he needed to hear what the other man had to say. Reagan’s safety came before her pleasure. Before both of their needs.