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  He lifted both brows instinctively. “If it helps for you to restrain my wrists, I suppose I could let you do that.”

  She smirked. “Yeah?”

  “Kinda hot actually.”

  “What if I want to be on top when we have sex?”

  “Not gonna stop you.” Though he prayed she would eventually grow to trust him enough to let him prove she could be loved in any position.

  At least she wasn’t quite so serious anymore. She gave an exaggerated groan. “See? You’re too accommodating.”

  “That’s what people do when they’re in a relationship. And what’s accommodating about letting you ride me? That’s just fucking hot,” he pointed out.

  “Okay, let’s talk about something besides sex. I can’t keep staying here, Neil. I’m on pins and needles. I don’t want to have some kind of panic attack in front of you. I’m fucking fragile. If you see me wig out, you’ll—”

  He gripped her and narrowed his gaze to interrupt her. “I’ll what? Kick you out? Leave you?” He shook his head. “I won’t. And you have to trust that it won’t change how I feel about you if you have a panic attack. I know you’re overwhelmed. Anyone would be. I’ll do everything I can to keep you from falling apart.”

  He bent his knees a bit to make sure they were eye to eye. “But I’m going to make mistakes, and I’ll need you to forgive me. And you’re going to lose your temper sometimes because it’s the human thing to do, and I’m going to let you vent and then hug you.”

  Her lip was trembling. “I’m so fucking scared, Neil.” Her voice rose.

  He was glad. It meant she was alive. “I know you are. Hell, I’m scared. I don’t want to fuck up either. I don’t know all your triggers. You don’t know all your triggers. What if I stroke your hair while your mouth is on me and you panic? I’ll feel like an asshole. What if my mouth is on you and you have some flashback to being held down and forced to come? I’d be shattered.”

  She gave him an odd smile. “Well, that won’t happen.”

  He lifted a brow. “How do you know?”

  “You don’t fully understand the level of assholes I’ve dated. It’s embarrassing to admit. No one has had their mouth on me besides you, and I’ve never come with a man before you either.” She shivered.

  Neil’s eyes bugged out. Thank God, she hadn’t told him that before last night. The pressure would have pushed him over the edge.

  “Plus…” she continued before he could find the words to respond. “It was hot the way you held me down because it was for my pleasure. You’re selfless. I’ve never met anyone selfless.”

  He couldn’t fully breathe. He leaned his forehead against hers. Seconds passed while he held her gaze. Finally, he made a decision. He bent at the waist and lifted her over his shoulder.

  She squealed as he carried her from the room. “Neil, what the hell?” She was giggling though.

  He headed straight for his bedroom where he lowered her to her feet and reached for the hem of her T-shirt. He pulled it over her head and tossed it aside, his fingers going to the button on her jeans.

  She batted at him playfully. “What are you doing?” She didn’t fight him though as he tugged her jeans down before grabbing her around the waist to deposit her on the bed, hard enough for her to bounce.

  He glanced at her to make sure she wasn’t feeling pressured or triggered. She was still grinning, her eyes narrowed in confusion as he removed her shoes and socks and jeans. He pulled her panties off next, leaving her in nothing but the white lace bra she’d put on this morning. It was fucking sexy.

  “Neil,” she shouted. “Seriously?”

  He grinned at her as he scooted her farther across the bed, spread her legs, and kissed a path up the inside of her thighs.

  When she dropped onto her back, letting her elbows collapse, and groaned, he gave a silent fist pump.

  “Neil…” Her voice had changed. It was deeper. Lusty. Sexy.

  He kissed up and down her inner thighs several times, licking along the path, driving her mad with need before he reached her core.

  When he blew on her swollen, wet folds, she writhed beneath him. Her hands came to his shoulders, pushing or pulling, didn’t matter. “Wha…” She couldn’t even finish the one word. Her head rolled back and forth. “Oh, God.”

  Good. He dragged his tongue through her folds slowly, keeping his gaze on her face. The moment he reached her clit, she screamed. Yeah, she’d been holding back last night.

  He sucked the swollen nub into his mouth and fluttered his tongue over the tip as fast as he could, holding her steady while she squirmed. “Oh God,” she moaned again.

  He kept up the assault, alternating between sucking, flicking, and circling the bundle of nerves. When her breath hitched and her hips arched off the mattress, he thrust a finger into her.

  The moan that filled the room while she rode the waves of her orgasm was the fucking sexiest sound on earth.

  When she winced, he removed his mouth, but added another finger to her tight channel, nearly groaning himself at the way she gripped him. When they finally had sex, she was going to strangle his cock.

  He turned his hand palm up and curled his fingers so that they dragged over her sweet spot with every thrust.

  “OhmyGod,” she cried. “Neil…” She couldn’t stop squirming, and he couldn’t stop watching her. He almost swallowed his tongue when her hands went to her breasts, squeezing them.

  “Pull the cups down, baby. Play with your nipples for me.”

  She hesitated as if just then realizing she was touching herself. Her full breasts looked so hot when they popped out the top of the cups, and watching her pinch her nipples made him press his cock harder against the mattress. He was going to pass out from the show.

  He kept thrusting into her as she started to climb to the cliff again. By the time he set his thumb on her clit, she was ready for the renewed contact. He held his fingers deep, rubbing her clit as fast as he could.

  She pinched her nipples hard, surprising him. Now he knew in the future he could be rougher with her. As long as it wasn’t something some other asshole had done. He might need a list of the minefields just to be safe.

  She dug her heels into the mattress and lifted her hips again. He let her have a few inches of space but didn’t stop fucking her with his fingers and driving her to the edge with his thumb.

  If he didn’t hold on to her, she was going to buck herself off the other side of the bed. He used his free hand to hold her thigh though, reaching deeper with every thrust. “Come around my fingers, Heather. Let it go, baby. Give it to me.”

  She gasped, her body frozen in mid-arch, her hips lifted, her legs trembling. After a heartbeat at the precipice, she gave him what he wanted, another gorgeous orgasm. This one sweeter and longer. She was trembling when she finally dropped to the bed, sated, her body liquid.

  She was panting as she came down, a slow smile forming. “I take it back.”

  “Take what back, baby?” he asked as he climbed over her, hovering above her, face to face.

  “You might need a pencil sharpener.”

  He reflected her grin. “Ah, now she believes me.” He bent to kiss her lips, though she didn’t have the brain cells to return the kiss. Perfect. Scrambling her brain was going to be his new favorite pastime.

  He kissed her jaw, her neck, her shoulder, her chest, the swell of her breast, her nipple. “I’m humbled,” he murmured against her. “And kind of feeling smug.”

  She gave him a lethargic smile. “Why are you smug?”

  “Because all your orgasms are mine, and only I will ever know the sweet taste of your pussy.”

  She shuddered. “You make it impossible to focus.”

  “That’s the idea. Now, I could wring one more orgasm out of you just to prove a point, but I’ll cut you some slack this time.” He lifted a brow. “Next time though…”

  She giggled. “Okay, okay. You win. Why are you fully clothed while I’m naked?”


  “Because it’s not always about me. Usually, it’s about you.” He slid off the end of the bed and pulled her to the edge. He reached for her panties and put them back on her, tugging them up her legs.

  She grabbed his face, stopping him, waiting for him to look her in the eye. “You’re right.”

  “About what?”

  “Even though you just rocked my universe—twice—and even though you fucked me with your fingers, I feel like I missed out on something. If you thrust your cock into me right now, I would come again.”

  He grinned. “Excellent.” He continued pulling her panties up before standing her on her wobbly feet.

  “You’re going to leave me hanging,” she pointed out when he reached for her clothes.

  “Yeah. I think the buildup of anticipation will be good for us.”

  She groaned. “Maybe we should lift the no-sex stipulation?”

  He shook his head. “Nope. Not today.”

  Another sexy groan. “Neil…”

  He grabbed her jeans.

  She snatched them from his hand. “Fine.” She pointed at the door. “Give me a minute. I need some room to think.”

  He kissed her gently on the lips and nodded. “Take all the time you want.”

  He felt just as smug as he’d suggested when he closed the door and left her to collect herself. He beelined for the guest bath. It took him less than two minutes to get himself off, gripping the side of the vanity the entire time. If she knew about it, he didn’t care. He was going to have blue balls by the time he finally took her with his cock.

  Chapter 14

  “Are you sure you’ll be okay if I go to work?” Neil asked the following morning as he stalked toward her in the kitchen.

  She was leaning against the counter, coffee in hand, sipping the hot liquid. She watched him approach over the rim of the mug, unable to keep from grinning.

  The man was delicious when he stalked her like that, his eyes dancing as if he intended to pull another caveman routine, tossing her over his shoulder and hauling her to the bedroom.

  She still had chills from how hard he’d made her come yesterday. Twice. And how badly she’d wanted him to take things one step further, and how hard she’d trembled when he’d turned her down and left her to pull herself back together.

  Asking for what she needed was hard for her, but she needed to put her foot down and soon. He was being careful with her, and she appreciated it because she knew it was necessary, but at this point, they’d been so intimate with each other that having sex with him was hardly a big step.

  On the other hand, sleeping in his bed with him made her nervous. She’d slept in his arms at his parents’ house Saturday night, but last night she’d taken the opportunity to give herself space and slept in his guest room.

  Maybe it had been silly, but it had seemed important.

  Now, he was leaving for work. He’d asked her a dozen times yesterday and today if it was okay. Would she manage without him? Of course. She could do this. She wasn’t really alone because he was always a phone call away if she ran into a snag either emotionally or otherwise.

  He trapped her against the counter with his hands at either side of her hips. He lifted one brow. “Why are you grinning like that?”

  She shrugged and reached over one of his arms to set her coffee down before planting her hands on his chest. “You’re so put-together. Perfectly pressed pants, dry-cleaned shirt, shined shoes. What if you get wrinkly?” She fisted his shirt for a second at his waist and then smoothed it out with her palms. “Oops.”

  “Imp.” He chuckled and bent down to kiss her neck. “Seriously though.”

  “I’m fine. I should be able to retrieve my car today. I’ll take an Uber. I have a meeting with my boss this morning too. Expecting her call at eleven. Hopefully, I can pick up a new uniform and get back on the schedule in the next few days.”

  He frowned. “You ready for that?”

  “Yep. I’ll feel much better if I’m working than just hanging around doing nothing. And for what? It’s not going to change anything. My apartment is a goner. The only stress is finding a new place and starting over, but I can’t do that without money, so I might as well go back to work.”

  His hands slid to her waist. “So, if you eliminated the stress of looking for an apartment and shopping for new furniture, you’d be golden.” He lifted both brows now, his fingers sliding up her waist until he stroked the undersides of her breasts, making her breath hitch. “I wonder if there’s a place you could move to that already has furniture and dishes…”

  “Neil…” She squirmed, not sure if she wanted to dislodge him or pull her shirt off and entice him to fuck her in the kitchen before he left.

  He’d never go for that, but she did arch her head back and groan when he found her nipples and flicked his thumbs over them. His lips were on her neck again seconds later, and then they found her ear. “Stay.”

  “Neil…” She wasn’t in a position to make such a drastic decision.

  He cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples next, making her rise onto her toes and moan.

  She was panting when he finally slid his hands back to her hips. He was smiling. “Please. Just think about it. Stay here. I don’t want you to leave. The thought of you looking at apartments makes my chest hurt. I’ll do whatever you need to entice you to stay. You can sleep in the guest room for a month if you want. Hell, I’ll take another out-of-town assignment so you can be in the house alone if it helps.”

  She inhaled slowly and took a giant risk. “I’ll stay under one condition.”

  “Anything.”

  “You stop tiptoeing around me and fuck me into tomorrow when you get home tonight.”

  For a second, he looked shocked, eyes wide, not breathing. But a moment later, he gave her a sexy grin. “I can do that.” His voice was soft. “If you’re sure you’re ready. I’m only pressuring you to stay, not to sleep in my bed.”

  “Who said anything about sleeping in your bed?” she teased.

  “Baby, if I’m going to be granted permission to enter your body with my cock, you’re not leaving my bed afterward. Ever.”

  She grinned back at him. “Deal.”

  She had no idea if she was making the biggest mistake of her life or not, but it felt right. It was scary, yes. Maybe even reckless. Were they on the fast track to disaster? Perhaps.

  The truth was Neil had given her more happiness than anyone she’d ever met. He’d proven time and again that she could trust him. She reasoned that even if things went south and they ended up not staying together, why would she deny herself every moment of what he was offering in the meantime?

  Neil looked at his watch. “I’ve got to go. Please call me if you need me today.”

  “I’ll be super busy though. After I pick up my car, I’ll be at the lingerie store picking out something that will make you salivate.” She tapped her lips. “I think black this time. Something sheer.”

  He groaned. “You don’t play fair.”

  “Nope.” She glanced around. “I might not have time to clean the kitchen, and I doubt I’ll be able to make dinner either.”

  “I don’t give a fuck about the kitchen and pizza is my favorite food.”

  “Excellent. We should get along just fine.” She smiled as she watched him walk out the door into the garage.

  She hoped she wasn’t making the biggest mistake of her life. But then again, her life had been a long series of bad choices. This one couldn’t rank even in the top twenty. It just couldn’t.

  It was her turn to live. She’d never expected anything good to happen to her. She hadn’t even been open to the possibility. But Neil had pulled it out of her, gently guiding her to a better place. His world was inviting. She was scared out of her mind to take this step because she knew if everything went in the shitter, she would be worse off for having seen and known something better than if she’d never glimpsed it in the first place.

  Brave was not her middle name, but
today she was going to fake it until she made it.

  She took a deep breath and looked around. Neil wouldn’t even blink if she didn’t clean this kitchen. He’d proven that. He didn’t care what they ate for dinner either. He wouldn’t see any of those things, nor would he be hungry because she intended to be the biggest distraction he’d ever had from the moment he stepped back into the house.

  It turned out, Heather really was busy all day. She did clean the kitchen while she waited for the all-clear to go retrieve her car. She also talked to her boss and got back on the schedule starting Wednesday. Another call to the insurance company assured her a check would be cut today and in the mail. She’d have it by Wednesday too.

  After picking up her car, she headed for a department store and bought several more articles of clothing, including the sexiest bra and panty sets she’d ever owned and two pieces of lingerie that were sure to make Neil drool. One black. One pale pink.

  She really needed to slow down and get thriftier because she was acting like she had a champagne budget, which she did not. But for today, this was the plan.

  She was back at the house, had a frozen pizza tucked in the freezer, and had changed into the black, sheer, lacy lingerie that had only one purpose—drive Neil out of his mind.

  She’d gotten so bold that she’d arranged herself on his bed, propped up with pillows, curls spread out around her, knees bent, fingers stroking her inner thighs when she heard the door leading to the kitchen open.

  “Heather?”

  She didn’t respond. Instead, she waited for him to find her. He would. His bedroom was always his first stop. He liked to change out of his perfectly starched attire when he got home.

  As soon as he stepped into the room, he stopped dead, eyes wide, smile growing. “Man, you don’t know how badly I wanted this to be true. I thought about it all day. It’s even better than I imagined.” He sauntered closer, removing his clothes as he approached. By the time he set a knee on the bed, he was down to his boxers.

  The show had made her mouth water too.