I withdraw and roll onto my back. She snuggles against my shoulder and kisses my flesh.
“That was amazing,” she says.
I don’t look at her. “You didn’t beg.”
The words aren’t harsh, though in my mind she’s been disobedient. I’m not angry with her. I’m freaking amazed by her sheer will.
“No, I didn’t.”
“Any other woman would have begged me to stop. I know a woman’s body. I know that many orgasms are a toll, pleasure morphing to almost pain. But you didn’t beg me to stop.” I shake my head, groaning. “I’ll say it again. You’re my Everest, Skye.”
She giggles. “I think you’ve already climbed me.”
I open my eyes and prop my head in my hand to meet her gaze. “This isn’t funny.”
“I didn’t say it was.”
“You laughed.”
“I was making a joke. About climbing on top of me?” She smiles.
Except this isn’t funny. Not at all. She’s beautiful, wonderful—an amazing and brilliant woman. And damn, I’ve never met anyone like her. She makes me smile, laugh. She brings me to my fucking knees.
And I’m loving every minute of it.
Which disturbs me more than a little.
“I get what I want, Skye. Always. No matter how long it takes.”
She swallows.
“You gave in to me once. I want it again.”
“And in return?”
“You get me. You’re Braden Black’s girlfriend.”
She bites her lower lip. “I think I’m already Braden Black’s girlfriend. Instagram doesn’t lie, after all.”
She’s being funny again, or trying to be, but I’m not laughing.
And I know I’ll do whatever it takes to get what I want from her.
“All right,” I say. “What else do you want?”
She answers quickly. “To be the only one. If you become interested in someone else, you have to tell me, and that will be the end. And I don’t want you to use condoms with me.”
I stay quiet for a few seconds, as if I have to think it over. Truth? I don’t have to think at all.
“Done.”
I close my eyes then, as thoughts explode through me.
How is this happening?
How have I fallen so far from who I thought I was?
I don’t mind being exclusive, but never have I made such a promise to a woman.