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“But why? We’re not . . . um, we . . . I don’t . . .”
She looked so delightfully flustered and he wanted to push her. But this wasn’t the time. He needed her to trust him.
“You ever thought about us doing those things, Isa? Craved someone to Top you? Do you want what your friends have? A Daddy to take care of you?” He pushed some of her hair behind her ear.
“You think that could be you?” she said with a bravado he didn’t think she quite felt.
She seemed to feel the need to push him away. And that was fine. He was here for the fight. He didn’t need her to immediately fall at his feet and suck his dick.
That could come later.
And it would feel that much sweeter.
“Yep. And deep down, so do you. I didn’t tell you to leave because I didn’t want you.”
She frowned, looking confused. Then she seemed to get it. “Are you talking about the other night in The Wishing Well?”
“Yep.”
She glanced down at how he was pressed in between her legs. Her thighs around his hips. “But then, why did you?”
“That kiss was fucking everything.” He ran a finger over her wet lip.
“Really?” she asked.
“Why does that shock you, baby?”
“I don’t know . . . sometimes it feels like you don’t like me much. Like when you frown at me.” She chewed her lip. “And tell me to go.”
Shit.
“I don’t frown because I don’t like you. I think you’re gorgeous, sweet, and kind. I want to touch and taste you all over. I sent you away because if we’d stayed there, with you looking at me like that, I would have bent you over right there and taken you. You threaten my control.”
She huffed out a breath, though he could see the heat in her eyes. “Are you running out of words? Pretty sure this is the most I’ve ever heard you speak.”
“Brat. And yeah, been saving them up.”
She giggled. Then she looked surprised at her reaction before waggling a finger at him. “Don’t you know that clear communication in a relationship is essential? Not that we have a relationship. I mean . . . I don’t think we’re . . . well, you are saying some strange things, but I?—”
“Quiet,” he said in a firm voice.
“Oh, thank fuck. I thought you were never going to stop me.”
“Isa, I said quiet.” He kept his voice low. He’d never raise it. Never lose his temper in front of her. He hadn’t gotten truly angry in years. Not enough to yell or fight, anyway.
Her mouth was open again as she stared up at him. Damn, he wanted to slide something between her lips.
He raised an eyebrow. “Made some wrong assumptions when I met you. Not proud of them. But I know who you are now.”
“Because you watch me all the time?” She slammed her hand over her mouth. “SorryIforgottobequiet.”
The words were muffled behind her hand. But he understood her. Sighing, he shook his head. “You are such a brat. Speak.”
“Why do you watch me? I know that some of the guys have told you to stop.”
“They have.”
“But you haven’t.”
