Her mouth dropped open slightly, but then she nodded. “I didn’t really hurt myself. I’m fine. I just hit it lightly.”
“There’s a red mark on your skin.”
“I’ll live.”
“I don’t want you to just live, hear me? I want you to be safe and healthy while you’re living. I want you to thrive.”
She peered at him curiously. And yeah, he was aware that things had just become intense.
“Don’t do that again, okay? No hurting yourself or pretending to hurt yourself.”
“Yes, I’m sorry.” She looked so chagrined, staring down at her lap, that he worried he was overreacting. He searched for something to say to get that playful look back in her eyes.
“It was clever, though.” He leaned his hands on the counter. “I admire your dedication to winning.”
“Really?” She looked up at him with a grin.
“Uh-huh. Too bad for you that you lost, though, huh?”
“Hmm. Too bad. So sad.” She sighed dramatically, putting her arm over her forehead. “I suppose I’ll have to suck you off now. Oh, the horror.”
“Girl, did you just describe sucking me off as being horrible?”
Her eyes widened comically. “Ahh, no?”
He grabbed her, carrying her to the bed.
“Nooo!” she cried, but she was laughing. “What are you doing?”
He dropped her on the bed, then kneeled on the mattress, tickling her. Unlike him, she seemed to be ticklish everywhere. He got his hands under that ridiculous sweatshirt of hers and tickled her until she screamed for mercy,
“Mercy?” he asked. “Hmm, I’m not sure I have any.”
“Please . . . please . . . gonna . . . pee myself.” She was breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed.
He didn’t think he’d ever seen someone more beautiful. Moving over her, he leaned in and kissed her. He started lightly, but soon he grew more forceful, more commanding. Truth was, he didn’t know how to be anything else. He slid his hand under the sweatshirt to play with her breast, lightly pinching her nipple.
When he pulled back, they were both breathing heavily. Her eyes were glazed, her lips plump and red.
Fuck. She was so damn gorgeous.
It didn’t matter if she was wearing that gold dress with her hair falling down in a silky wave or a teddy bear tracksuit with her hair up in a messy bun without any make-up. She was stunning.
He slid his mouth down her neck and she moved her head to one side, letting him kiss his way to her shoulder.
She let out a sigh, then stiffened slightly, pushing at him. He stilled, glancing down at her. Did she need him to stop?
“I’m meant to be taking care of you,” she explained, trying to get him to roll onto his back.
“That’s right, you are,” he murmured. Although he really wanted to get his mouth on her. On her breasts. Her pussy. Her lips.
Fuck, he might be getting addicted to the taste of her.
“You want to?” he asked.
He was used to things like rules, boundaries, and safewords.
Although, with her, he just wanted to demand her trust. To know that she’d listen and obey no matter what.