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“Which is?”
“In your bed, you can wear whatever you like. Here, in my bed, you’ve broken policy.”
“I forgot the rules,” she says, playing along like the good girl she is. A restrained smile is too much to control so she bites her lip in a feeble attempt. Fully dressed, she gets to her knees and starts toying with the buttons of my shirt. They slowly loosen as she peers up at me. “Are you going to punish me?”
“Sex isn’t a punishment. It’s a reward.”
“Damn,” she gasps, worry streaking through her expression. “How can I make this right?”
I smirk, stroking her hair and then caressing her face. “How do you feel about tacos?”
She smacks me on the hip. “You tease.”
Laughing, I catch her flailing hands. “What? I’m not really into the whole roleplay thing.”
“Well, you could have fooled me.”
Helping her to her feet, I bring her in for a kiss and cup her face. “How about this? I take care of you, and then we eat dinner because there’s no way I can go all night if I don’t get some sustenance in me.”
“Go on, I’m listening.” Her smirk is adorable despite how sexy it is when she’s rubbing against me. I don’t even know if she’s aware she’s doing it, but I am.
Fully. Aware.
I can’t resist her any longer. “Ah, fuck it.”
18
Loch
Our hands break free into a frenzy of clothes flying over our heads.
I barely get my shirt and undershirt off before she’s standing in nothing but her bra and lace underwear. She doesn’t hide her body, but that doesn’t mean I can’t detect a note of vulnerability hazing her eyes. I kiss her, whispering against her lips, “You’re so goddamn amazing.”
When I see her smile, my whole world shifts in that instant. She’s not just the woman I met a few days ago or someone who could change my whole world. She’s quickly becoming my world. How did that happen? When did we go from officially meeting outside an ER to not being able to keep our hands off each other?
As she rubs her hand over my stomach, the sweetness is gone and replaced by a siren. She kisses my chest, then takes my hand, leading me to the side of the bed.
Turning, she says, “Unclasp me.”
I could snap this bra off with one hand, but I take my time with her and brush my knuckles against her soft skin. Freeing her from the material, I slide it down her arms and drop it beside me. Quick to return my hands, I rub her shoulders, causing her head to loll back, and then sweep her hair off to one side so that I can take full advantage of her delicate neck.
Reaching around, I squeeze a breast in each of my hands while kissing down the curve where her neck meets her shoulder and licking back up. Her little moan has me hardening in my pants. I blow across her wet skin, sending a shiver down her spine. “Be a good girl and take your panties off, then get on the bed.”
She does but doesn’t hurry. She’s slow in her movements. Keeping her eyes on me. She owns the space and takes control of the things that matter to her. These moments remind me of the woman I met in the coffee shop and how she controlled the room.
Moving to the center of the mattress, she watches as I work on my belt and then lower my pants and boxer briefs. Licking her lips, she returns her eyes to mine. “My. My. Mr. Westcott. I’m definitely in trouble.”
I’m beginning to dig this little thing we’re doing. Usually, sex is about a need, a craving to satiate. Yet it’s that and so much more with Tuesday. It’s a need to protect her from the world mixed with my carnal desire to mark every part of her inside and out.
Possession is nine-tenths of the law.
Does that make her mine?
Like her, I can own a room, but she’s at the center of it. Center of everything I know. I hover over her, dipping my hand between her legs and sliding right up between the soft of her lower lips. I rub her clit, then dip down to her entrance, but she’s so wet for me already. When I look into her eyes, she asks, “I love when you touch me, but I want to feel you inside me, Loch.”
I could ask just to make sure, but she’s already made herself clear. Who am I to argue with her desires?
It’s moving fast, and I’m not prepared. Keeping one hand on her pussy, I keep circling while I reach into the nightstand drawer and pull out a foil packet. I bite the corner and tear it open. When I drop the condom on her chest, I say, “I want you to put it on me.”
