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The warmth she’d begun, augmented by the gift of her touch, was too good not to reciprocate. He hoped his fingers spread the same magic back through her. “Fear can be good, kitten.” Then, because he couldn’t help it, he slid his fingertips toward her cleavage. “Even exciting.” Slipping lower still… “And…explosive.”
“Explosive?” Though her rebuttal was sultry, the pulse at the base of her neck was a wild tattoo against her skin. “That too, hmm?”
“That too.” He nudged the blanket down, exposing one gorgeous, rosy nipple. His kitten didn’t protest. With their gazes still fastened, he trailed his fingers over, tugging lightly at the tip. “With the right power pushing the choices.”
His voice faded into a seductive hiss as she began breathing harder. The motion, pushing her breast deeper against his hand, inspired her telling gasp. “I think I’m beginning to understand.”
“Yeah?” He murmured it with a slow smirk—while pushing down the other side of the blanket. It fell to her waist, forming a fabric puddle around the creamy perfection of her torso. Fuck. New blood rushed to his dick, as he envisioned tasting every inch of skin he could see. But first things first. He moved in, closing his whole hand around her breast this time. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Leaving the choices to a power you trust? A Dominant who only has your pleasure as their priority?”
Though her body was all but undulating in his hold, her gaze captured his with its stunning clarity. She asked, not shy about her curiosity at all now, “Are you speaking from past experience, Sir?”
“You’d know the answer to that if you felt what your sweet ‘Sir’ just did to me, kitten.”
“Errr…sorry?”
“Like hell you are,” he drawled, when her demure grin and dancing gaze betrayed her delight in having grabbed him in the balls. “But we’ll discuss that in a minute.”
To back it up, he tightened his muscles and focused on the overture of Cats. Cats on their own merit? Coolest animals on the planet. But people acting like cats on a stage, in linty costumes through a nonexistent plot? Excellent dick limpening stuff—especially when her query deserved a fuller answer.
“When I first fully dove into Dominance and submission, I explored the idea I might be a switch.” When her brows furrowed in a new question from that, he explained, “Someone who enjoys power exchange from both ends of the spectrum.”
Her head jolted back a little. “Why the hell would you even consider yourself a submissive?”
So much for matted cat fur replacing what she could do to him. Her unflinching vote in his Dominant box was all it took to roar that part of himself back to the surface. Still, she deserved more of an explanation from him. An assurance he wasn’t some creep hiding behind a uniform, but a guy who believed in the beauty of the BDSM dynamic.
“When you’re young, you’re already confused,” he began. “I mean, I knew I was into women a lot like my mom and two sisters, who were smart and strong-willed—and all but worshipped around our house. My Pops wouldn’t allow my brother and I to get away with anything less.”
Tracy brought her head back down. Fingered the ends of her auburn waves. “So you had a substantial male role model, as well.”
“Hell, yeah.”
“So you freaked when discovering you wanted to dominate women.”
He chuffed. “That’s one way of putting it.”
Her brows drew together. “What’s another way?”
“How about, I all but wrote off my chances for getting accepted into Special Operations?”
“Whaaaat?” She half-giggled it.
“Truth.” He held up two fingers, scouts honor style. “I was certain they’d rout it out during the psych eval, and toss me out for being a Class-A, sadistic perv.” As he lowered his fingers, he cracked a smirk. “Quickly learned if that were the case, half the world would be tossed out too.”
“Now that doesn’t surprise me.”
“Well, it did me,” he returned. “Enough to keep learning about the lifestyle, as well as the elements about myself that were drawing me to it.”
Tracy’s face changed. While the elegant angles softened, the interest in her gaze got bolder. Wow. If this was half the ju-ju she threw at the guys on the Hill, no wonder she already enjoyed a reputation for getting things done. “That was a pretty brave decision,” she told him with matching intensity.
He attempted a shrug, but the action was all wrong, a casual write-off for a significant moment. She was right. It had been brave, only he’d been trivializing that until now. Until speaking a truth he’d never really put into words for anybody before. “Those months of learning about kink, beyond just the sex, were probably some of the best self-prep I gave myself for Spec Ops.”
Her hand dropped out of her hair. “Beyond the sex?”
He smirked. “Surprised?”
“A little.” She huffed then conceded, “Okay, maybe a lot.”
“Not a sin,” he assured. “And a normal vanilla reaction—where we all started at some point.”
