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I pull my hand away and move it to my stomach. It seems childish, but I’m not emotionally equipped for this.
“What’s wrong, Sadiecakes?” He rests his head on his hand, his elbow bent. “Is it Dash?”
“It’s a lot of things.” My body tenses, and sadness creeps over me.
“What do you want?” he whispers.
For him to want me the way I want him. For him to want to try to date me, not just mess around. For him to take me right now, making the decision for me, and make me feel good in the way only he can. I hate myself for thinking and wanting these things. It wasn’t part of the deal. The deal was kisses and a payment plan with sexual trysts. Somehow, I surpassed that and caught feelings for him, real feelings, while he sits back, comfortable with his single status. It’s not fair to be angry at him, but I am, and I hate myself for it. I hate myself for ruining this beautiful night that could have been so romantic had I just stuck to the damn plan.
A tear slides down my cheek.
He catches it with his finger and pulls me on top of him, holding me in his strong embrace. “Why are you crying?” He strokes my hair.
I let my cheek rest on his firm chest and cry a little more. Once it’s out, I’ll feel better. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing. You’re upset. What can I do to help?”
I cry harder. “You can’t. No one can.” This is a me problem. One man wants to marry me, but I’m not sure I can marry him. Another man wants to be my friend and please me sexually in the best way I’ve known, but he doesn’t want anything else.
How did I get here?
“Sadie, baby. I’m here. I’m here for you.” He kisses the top of my head and rolls me onto my back, his arm behind my neck. His side hugs mine, and he caresses my cheek as I cry. “Please tell me what’s wrong?” He kisses my tear-soaked cheek. Then the other, and the corner of my mouth, and the other corner. When his lips gently brush mine, I’m gone.
I slide my fingers into the back of his hair and hold him to me for more kisses. His tongue sweeps the seam of my mouth, and I open, letting him in. Our tongues touch and tangle, tasting of tears and bourbon.
It’s delicious, like salted caramel. His kiss unravels me the way it always does. I moan into his mouth and snake my hand under his sweater. If this is all I can have, I’ll take it because I need it. I need him in a way he’ll never understand.
He pulls his sweater over his head. I drink in his sculpted tanned chest, the muscles corded and flexing. Has there ever been a more beautiful man?
Easton removes my sweater. The tank-top bra I’m wearing comes off with it. My nipples harden, but I’m not cold. I’m burning up, desperate for Easton to consume my every thought and need.
“I’m on birth control,” I murmur as he kisses a trail down my neck, his fingers playing with my hard nipples. Tingles erupt inside me, shooting straight to my core. I’m drenched and writhing my hips, ready. “I want to have sex.”
He chuckles. “I figured.”
“Are you…clean?”
“I never have sex without protection, but I didn’t bring any, Sadie.” He kisses the top of my breast. “Sorry, baby.”
“Sorry, my ass. We’re both clean. I’m protected. It’s settled.” I arch my back and move his head to my nipple.
He chuckles again. “Demanding. I like it.”
“Shh. Less talking, more action.”
“Very demanding.” He lifts his head. “That deserves a spanking.”
My core clenches with need and the memory of what it did to me the last time. “What are you waiting for?”
“Shit, Sadie.” He sits up next to me and stares into my eyes. “I want to spank and fuck you so hard right now, but I don’t know if I should.”
Oh hell no. Standing, I remove my boots and undo the button on my jeans. Before taking them off, I turn and slide them down, making sure my ass is in his face.
He hisses and grabs my hips, holding me still. He kisses my left cheek, then bites and spanks it.
I squeal at the sudden attack, even though the sting is minor. This is what I want from him. Dominance. I don’t want to think or make decisions. I want to be seduced, screwed, and sated.
“This ass is mine.” He spanks the other cheek and then gives the muscle a deep massage. “Say it?”
