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“Um… what do you want most from a woman when you have sex?”I asked him when he ended the kiss.
His eyes met mine, and something told me he didn’t expect me to ask. Then he leaned in close, his breath on my neck, and I never would’ve guessed in a million years what he was about to whisper in my ear.
“Willing obedience.”
Before I could respond, he kissed me again, deeper still, feeding me his tongue in a way that was so dominant I either had to suck on it or choke on it. I sucked. I’d never actually thought of being “obedient” to a man as a turn-on, but I literally swooned in his arms.
He held me up, his strong body wrapped around mine.
He walked me to his hotel room while we made out until I was seeing stars. No, fuck stars. I was seeing asteroids and planets and entire fucking galaxies. I was practically climbing him. If I could’ve figured out a way to fuck him right through his jeans in that hallway, I would have.
I felt weak and flushed and giddy and happy and nervous and more excited than I’d ever felt with a man in my life.
We were barely inside his hotel room before he had my clothes off. They were soft and stretchy and disappeared like so much smoke in his deft hands. My bra and panties were no match for his sheer force of will, and neither was my modesty. I’d never wanted to be stripped naked by a guy so fucking bad.
When I was naked and he was still fully clothed, the first thing he did, and said, would never, ever leave my gray matter or the darkest caverns of my heart, no matter how much I tried to forget.
He pressed me up against the wall, by the throat, gently. Then he looked in my eyes and said,“Don’t move, pretty girl. And don’t make a sound. And let’s see how well you follow orders.”
ChapterEight
Shane
“Nobody’s here yet?”
“I guess not.”
“Should we wake up Jolie?”
“Maybe not.”
I was lying on the lawn behind my dad’s house enjoying the morning sunshine when I heard women’s voices. I glanced up, over the low hedgerow beside me. The twins had just walked out onto the patio from the sunroom. Danica and Daniella. I could only see their heads, and they didn’t seem to see me.
“Did you see the Lamborghini in the driveway?”
Nope, they definitely didn’t see me.
“It’s yellow, Danica. And it’s a Lamborghini. Of course I saw it.”
“Do you think he left it here last night?”
They were talking about me. How sweet.
“Maybe he crashed in his old room.”
“Don’t mention it to Jolie,” Danica said worriedly. It was easy to tell them apart by their voices alone. Danica was generally sugar where Daniella was acid. “I don’t think she likes him.”
“You think?”
“She gets all flingy and trembly and out of breath whenever he comes up in conversation. Or comes around.”
Interesting.
“I think the word you’re looking for is hysterical.”
“I mean, I can’t blame her after what happened,” Danica said, lowering her voice. They were coming closer.
“Yeah. She’s still embarrassed about kissing him.”
