“It’s never been more than that for me.”
“Gonna have fun changing that.” He licked his tongue over her nipple. “I’m fucking glad he didn’t rape you, but still, I do anything that makes you unsure or uncomfortable. At any time. You
say red. All right?”
She nodded.
“Words, my girl.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Ahh, you catch on quick.” He kissed along her jaw. “Now sit up for a moment.”
She sat and he drew off the T-shirt.
“Lie down, hands wrapped around the headboard. Keep them there unless you need to use your safeword, understand?”
“Yes,” she managed to get out.
How had she gone from a nightmare to this? The last thing she thought she’d feel like after a nightmare was to be touched and commanded like this. Yet her body was on fire with wanting him. Needing his touch. He kissed his way down her body, played with her nipples, sucking on one then the other. Lapping at them with his tongue. He moved his hand to her pussy, running a finger up and down her slit. Then he slid his finger underneath the boxers to flick lightly at her clit.
She stiffened, holding onto the headboard tight.
“Easy, baby. You’re going to get what you need. I promise.” He kissed down her stomach. Oh shoot. He wasn’t going to . . .
He landed a kiss right on her clit, running his tongue over it through the black cotton.
“Red!”
He shot up, staring down at her in consternation. “What is it? What’s wrong? What hurts?”
“Nothing, no, you didn’t hurt me.”
“Did I scare you?” He gathered her into his lap and rocked her back and forth. Suddenly, she felt really stupid for calling out her safeword.
“Oh no, I think I did it wrong,” she wailed.
Whoa. Where did that come from? Since when did she wail? She never made noises like that. Dramatics weren’t allowed when you were a James.
Well, screw being a James.
Wow. Okay, either Ed was a very bad influence on her. Or a really, really good one.
She tended to think it was the latter.
“Did what wrong, my girl?”
“Used my safeword wrong. I don’t think I did it right.”
He stilled. “What do you mean? How did you do it wrong? You didn’t mean to use it? Or . . . “
“I didn’t use it right. I wasn’t in pain or scared. I was just . . . I, umm, it seemed like you were about to . . . oh shoot. Were you going to put your mouth on me? There?”
“That was the plan. You don’t like being eaten out?”
“Ed!” She slapped his chest.
“What?” he asked, sounding genuinely confused.