“Maybe seventy when you make little noises.”
I bite his shoulder. “I do not make noises.”
“You did. Right before the second one hit. Very cute, very desperate.” He rolls on top of me, caging me in with his arms. “Desperate enough to agree to this insane bet.”
“The bet was your idea!”
“You agreed to it awful fast.” He kisses my neck. “Almost like you wanted an excuse.”
“An excuse for what?”
“To let me wreck you.” Another kiss, lower. “To give up control. To let me take care of you.”
He’s not wrong and that’s annoying.
“Ready for three?”
“Do I get input on how three happens?”
“What kind of input?” He’s kissing down my chest now, taking his time.
“I don’t know. Location? Position? Velocity?”
He laughs against my stomach. “Velocity?”
“You know what I mean.”
“I do. And you can have input.” He looks up at me. “What do you want?”
What I want is to not admit how much I want him to take control, to make these decisions, to push me past what I think I can handle. But that’s hard to say out loud.
“Surprise me.”
His grin is wicked. “Dangerous words.”
He gets up and goes to his bag, and pulls something out. Then turns back toward me and triumphantly waves a small purple vibrator that makes my eyes go wide.
“You brought a sex toy to Calgary?”
“I brought three.”
“THREE?”
“I had ambitions.” He’s completely shameless about it. “Besides, I figured I should be prepared.”
“You’ve been planning this?”
“Hoping.” He settles between my legs. “Preparing. Visualizing.”
“Like game tape?”
“Exactly like game tape.” He turns on the vibrator and the sound makes my whole body tense in anticipation. “Now relax. This one’s going to be different.”
Different is an understatement. The vibrator is precise where his mouth was hungry, intense where his fingers were patient. He takes his time learning what makes me arch, what makes me grab the sheets, what makes me gasp his name.
“This setting?” He adjusts something and the sensation changes, becomes deeper, then he clicks a button and it changes. “Or this one?”
“Two, god, one, I don’t know.”
