“I’m not trying to offend you. In fact, you’d fit in there just fine.” Chloe would love the Club Sin submissives. They were a great bunch of girls. “But I wouldn’t bring you because…” He paused, wondering why he didn’t want her there. He came up blank. “Right now I don’t want you there.”
The light on the small table by the love seat illuminated the scrunch of her nose. “Is it because I’m too…as you say it…pure?”
He tilted his head, regarding her for a moment before he crooked his finger at her. “Come here.”
“Why?”
He grinned. “Because I’m asking very nicely.”
She laughed, but rose with the cat in her arms. Instead of coming to him, though, he watched her walk away. He frowned as he heard a door close, but then he realized why she’d left a second later when Chloe returned alone. She’d put Mr. Magoo in another room.
“He’ll drive us nuts.” She gave a shy smile, moving toward him.
When she paused by the table, wringing her hands, he crooked a finger at her again. “Come here, Chloe.”
The air shifted as she approached, then she stopped in front of him. His cock hardened so fast he fought back a groan. The way Chloe watched him, with nerves and excitement, did more for his libido than any intense BDSM scene in Club Sin had ever done. He reached for her, grasped her wrist, and tugged her forward until she straddled his lap.
“You see this?” He dragged his fingers over her warm cheek, watching it redden under his finger. “This innocence that you have?”
She gave another nervous laugh. “Please don’t tell me you like how I get embarrassed.”
“I do like it. A lot.” He grasped her waist, shifting her against his erection. “As you can feel.” Her breath hitched, and he continued, “If any of your innocence is lost, I want to be the reason for it, not because of what you’ve seen others doing. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “I suppose I do.”
He saw how her pupils dilated, and it made him even harder. How aroused she was by simple touches. That type of chemistry wasn’t typical. And it all came from this thing between them. It didn’t make sense. It wasn’t logical. But it was natural.
He brushed his fingers across her cheek again, staring into her eyes. “I don’t want you to lose this innocence just yet. It’s a rare and beautiful thing, and I’d like to enjoy it for a little while, if you don’t mind.”
The compliments he gave her, honest as they were, made an impact on her, and he noticed her soften. Acceptance, desire…he read it all in her open expression. She inhaled a sharp breath as he tangled his fingers into her hair, tugging a
little to remind her who was in control now. Her eyelids became hooded and she shifted her hips against him, likely not even realizing she was doing it.
He groaned against the ache of his cock. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I’m thinking that I’m beginning to really like you.” She shifted her hips again, grinding herself against him. “And I’m thinking I don’t want to fight this anymore.”
Her words brushed across him, and he grunted as the heat of her sex rested against his throbbing hard-on. To stay in control, he tried to move her off him, but she gripped his shoulders. He frowned at her. “You might not like me anymore if you don’t stop that. There’s only so much I can take.”
Her angelic stare held his, strong in her resolve. “When you give orders”—she began circling her hips, rubbing hard against his dick—“it’s only during sexy times, right? Why don’t you explain that to me?”
Amid the pleasure invading his mind, he knew her question came from a curious feminist. At all other times except in the bedroom, he respected the power within any woman. He simply liked control when fucking.
To explain it all to her, he closed his fist in her hair, pulling harder now. “Stop talking and asking questions, Chloe. Kiss me.”
From her gasp, which was drenched in pure, unadulterated desire, he knew she now understood his game.
Chapter 8
Chloe placed her lips over Sawyer’s and moaned. He exuded passion, an undeniable mix of lust and intensity. She absorbed all of him, allowing those emotions to trickle into her. She had wondered before whether this was too soon and if it would make her look bad to jump into bed with him so quickly after a breakup. But his past, his honesty, his integrity, what he could offer her, and the way he saw her—it all tipped the scale for her.
Fate had led her to Sawyer. Tonight she’d gotten a glimpse into his life, and she liked what she saw there. Where they’d go from here remained a mystery to her, but none of it mattered anymore. In life, sometimes it was right to think with one’s head. Other times it was best to lean on one’s heart. At times like this, the body was all that mattered.
She’d be a fool to stop this. And she was no fool.
Many, many minutes later when he stopped kissing her, her body was all she knew. A palpable ache rested between her thighs, making her slick with need. Inhaling his masculine aroma, which lingered somewhere between woodsy and citrus, she opened her eyes. Only then did she truly understand the intensity that lay within Sawyer, because she could see it in his face, and it hit her like a freight train running at full speed.
“You need to tell me you want this,” he said.