I rest my lips on the top of her head. “Go back to sleep.”
“Why do you do this, Dom?”
Leaving my lips touching her hair, I don’t move. I don’t answer her either. Instead, I concentrate on the way the fan moves the air across my foot that sticks out the side of the blankets.
“The answer was yes,” she breathes. “When you asked me earlier tonight if it made me jealous to see you with Red—the answer is yes. I wanted to punch her in the face.”
The grin that tickles my lips can’t be stopped.
“Even now,” she continues, “thinking about her smug face sitting in that office so close to you, I get mad. Thinking about her getting time with you I don’t drives me bananas.”
“I like it.”
She pulls her head back and looks at me. In the dim glow of the streetlight streaming through the broken blinds, I can see her face. Her eyes are heavy, her face flushed from the heat of my body as a slow grin spreads across her cheeks. “You like
that I’m mad?”
“Hell, yeah. There’s nothing sexier than a woman claiming her property.”
The insinuation dawns on me as the words leave my mouth. We pick up on it at the same time. She watches me, her breathing shallow, as she tries to decipher my reaction.
I just walked into a minefield and know I’m going to get my legs blown off.
I don’t react. Looking her in the eye, I wait for hers.
“Are you?” she asks.
“Am I what?”
“Mine.”
“You don’t want me,” I scoff with a burn in my chest. Tugging her down so she’s lying next to me again, I look at the ceiling.
The silence feels thick in the little room, the only noise that of Nate leaving the bathroom. My stomach knots, a familiar anxiety coiling up in my gut. It’s like being a kid again—my brother in the next room as I lie awake, waiting on the world to come caving in.
“Do you remember the first time you came to my house?” she asks.
“Of course.”
“You were late. I was told someone would be there between eight and noon and you got there around four.”
“It was hot as hell and everyone’s A/C units were messing up,” I recall. “My first job that day put me behind.” My hand runs up and down her arm, causing her to loosen up some against me.
“I opened the door,” she says, “ready to give someone a speech about time management and then I saw you.”
“You were so hot . . . literally and figuratively,” I chuckle. “You were every repairman’s dream in your little shorts and cutoff shirt.”
I feel her smile against my side. “I’ve never been as instantly attracted to someone before. I didn’t even know whether I should let you in or not,” she giggles.
“Oh, you let me in all right . . .”
Her hand hits my chest and I jolt, making her laugh. We settle back down, a little tension having drifted away.
“I think,” she says, forcing a swallow, “I think when I first started seeing you, it was just lust.”
“I hope it’s still lust,” I counter, reaching around and cupping her full tit in my hand. “God knows I still lust after you.”
“To ease your concerns, I plan on sitting on your cock in a few minutes and riding it until I come.”