Although it was sweet how thoughtful he was being. How kind and caring. She hadn’t really had that before. Most of the guys she’d been with just seemed to want to rush to the action part. They didn’t care about the build-up. They’d scratched an itch, but they’d never really gotten under her skin. Never given her what she’d truly craved.
Probably because she wanted someone to take control, but she hadn’t been able to take any of them seriously in a dominant position.
She didn’t have that problem with him.
“Stay still, girl.”
“I can’t . . . I need . . . I want . . .”
“Shit, a kiss has you this worked up, huh? Been a while for you?”
She nodded. It had been.
“Fuck. I like knowing that.”
“Please. More. My nipples . . .”
“You need to be patient.”
“I don’t like that word.”
“Trust me. It will make it that much sweeter when I get to them.”
It better.
He slid a leg between hers so that her pussy was directly against his thick thigh.
Heck. Yes.
That felt amazing.
Then she realized how wet she was.
“We shouldn’t. I’m . . . my panties . . . they’re damp.”
“Don’t care.”
“But your pants . . .”
“Girl, I don’t give a fuck about my pants.”
Okay. Whoa. That was sexy too.
You think everything he does is sexy.
That wasn’t a bad thing, right?
“Are we . . . can we do this up here?”
“Cameras are turned off. And there’s a guard at each entrance. They know not to come in unless it’s life and death. No one will bother us. If they do, I’ll fucking kill them.”
She had to smile at the threat, even though she knew it was one of those throwaway things that people said. He wouldn’t go around killing anyone.
Although that reminded her of something . . .
“Did you go back and untie Fishy-breath?”
“What?” he asked.