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  “Let’s go to dinner then. I promise to be a perfect gentleman.” He stood and tugged her up next to him. “We’ll go someplace simple so we don’t need to dress fancy or anything. Tomorrow I’ll take you someplace swankier and really make an impression.” He waggled his eyebrows at the promise.

  Kathleen led him through the house toward the front door. It was the first time she’d felt like she was in the driver’s seat of this relationship. Maybe he could play nice. “Mom, Dad, we’re going out.”

  “Okay. Have fun.” Her mother stood from the couch and smiled.

  Her father followed the gesture, nodding his consent.

  Kathleen exhaled a long slow breath as they headed toward the car. “That wasn’t awkward at all,” she mumbled.

  At the car door, Gabe pulled her into his embrace and kissed her on the lips, a soft gentle kiss that made her toes curl and her neck heat. “It’ll get better soon. I’m sure all mates feel a bit out of sorts at first.”

  They drove to the local pizza parlor. Kathleen told him when and where to turn, and Gabe followed her directions as though they did this sort of thing every day. She relaxed marginally beside him, hoping he could prove to be a gentleman in public as he’d professed.

  What if he didn’t? What if he insisted on managing her every move for their entire lives? She shivered. She’d never survive like that. He was indeed correct that she was consistently aroused by his domineering ways when it came to sex, but her unease definitely stemmed from worrying about living with a bossy mate who controlled her every move.

  They found a quiet table in a corner, ordered a pizza and two cokes, and then stared at each other.

  He’d let her order whatever toppings she wanted, insisting he liked anything. Was it all just a show?

  He took her hands across the table as they waited for their food. “I am a nice guy. I’m so sorry I made you feel otherwise.” He stroked her skin on the back of her hand with his fingers until she couldn’t concentrate on his words.

  She pulled her hand back.

  “You okay?”

  “Yes. I just can’t think when you touch me.”

  “I like that.” He smiled. “I’ll keep it in mind.” He leaned toward her. “Don’t get me wrong. I want you badly. Just sitting here with you is making my cock hard. I can’t say I wouldn’t ever turn this into a dominant situation. I can smell you and it’s killing me slowly. If you weren’t so skittish right now, I would insist you take off your panties and give them to me. I would love knowing your pussy was bare under your skirt.”

  She gasped. How did he always manage to do this to her?

  “No one would know, Kathleen. I would never expose you to anyone or let anyone else know you were dripping with need. I just love the idea of us having our own secrets, even out in public. Does that make sense?”

  She didn’t move.

  “It’s not that I care what pizza you order or where we sit or even which streets we take to get to a restaurant. I just feel driven to push you sexually because it makes me even hornier when you grow needy. I can feel your pulse increasing when I touch you.”

  “Are you going to let me teach? I just finished my degree. I want to work with children.” She held her breath waiting for his response.

  “There will be no ‘let’ in this relationship. You should do whatever fulfills you. If you want to work, I’ll support you. If you prefer to stay home, that’s fine too. I want you to be happy. You’ll make your own choices. I’ll not be dominating your every movement.”

  “Just the sexual ones,” she added.

  “Right, and that line may blur a great deal at first because I intend for most moments to be sexual between us for several weeks.”

  “Can I be in charge sometimes?” Am I pushing it with him?

  He chuckled. “Do you want to be?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe. I just want to know I can if I feel the desire.”

  “Then, yes, you shall. Can’t say I can picture how that might go between us, but give it your best shot if you want. Would you like me to give you my briefs right now?” he teased.

  She flushed and shook her head. “Please don’t. My pockets aren’t as big as yours.”

  Their pizza came and they sat back to let the waiter put it between them. It smelled heavenly and Kathleen was finally famished. She’d not eaten since that sandwich Gabe had carried into the woods for them. It was almost eight o’clock now.

  Gabe watched her as she bit into the first slice.

  “What? Do I have sauce on my face?” She grabbed a napkin.

  “Nope. I just like looking at you.” He leaned on his palms, not reaching for the pizza.

  “So, you’re just gonna watch me eat? Aren’t you hungry?”

  “Baby, I’m gonna watch you do everything. I love learning about your mannerisms and your style. I had no idea eating pizza could be so sexy.”

  “Oh, come on now. That’s a stretch.” She picked up the slice again. Let him watch. She was starving.

  “Oh, but you make the meal so sensual. Your tongue reaches out first and then your lips part. You even make a little moaning noise when you taste your food. Yep. It’s sexy as hell.”

  “You think you can sweet-talk me into sleeping with you after we eat?” She tipped her face, giving a coy grin.

  “I won’t have to sweet-talk you. You’re too easy.”

  “Is that so?” She paused between bites. “Huh. You challenging me? That doesn’t seem like it would be to your advantage.”

  “I know you have your concerns about my dominant tendencies, and I can only pacify those concerns with time and example, but when it comes to sex, you’re putty in my hands, Kathleen. Even now, you’re thinking about having me inside you.” He leaned forward closer to her mouth to accentuate his words and keep them private.

  She gulped a long draw of her soda. Was she thinking about having his cock inside her before he mentioned it out loud? Probably. She squirmed against the bench seat, wishing she wasn’t wearing a skirt not for the first time today.

  Her thighs rubbed together and she crossed her legs against the pressure building inside her. Damn him.

  “You want to take those panties off now?”

  She shook her head, trying not to choke on her next bite. When she finally swallowed, she responded. “Stop that. You know I’m putty when you talk like that.”

  “Exactly.” He finally reached for his own slice of pizza. “Have I reassured you in any way?”

  “Maybe. I guess time will tell. Just go slow with me. Every time you open your mouth you shock me with the craziest organization of nouns and verbs.”

  “I promise. Are you going to let me make love to you again today?”

  She pumped her fist inside her mind at his use of much nicer words. “Probably. Are you going to torture me for the rest of dinner?”

  “Probably.”

  Even if he didn’t say another word, she was tortured with his existence in her space. His broad shoulders flexed as he lifted his pizza to his mouth. His blond hair fell over his brow, making him look younger for a moment. His blue eyes flashed with mischief. “What? Do I have sauce on my face?”

  “Nope. I just like looking at you,” she retorted, borrowing his answer to the same question.

  When they’d eaten every bite of the pizza, Kathleen stood. “I’m going to use the restroom before we go.”

  He grabbed her arm as she passed and pulled her ear to his mouth. “Bring me your panties, Kathleen.”

  She didn’t even glance at him as she wiggled free and dashed from the room. Her ears were on fire. Was he serious?

  She knew he was. It was easy to tell when he was in his dominant role by the way he spoke her name. Kathleen.

  She shuddered as she entered the stall. Could she do it? After using the facilities, she stood in the stall for several seconds, shifting her weight back and forth between her feet.

  It’s simple, Kath. Just take off your panties. Who will know? You’ll proba
bly come without contact, but it’ll please Gabe beyond measure.

  Without rationalizing another second, she quickly stepped out of the lace panties and stuffed them in her purse. When she opened the stall and headed toward the sink, she felt naked. A cool breeze blew up her skirt and wafted over her naked lips. She squeezed her legs together as she washed her hands. Oh God. This was going to be worse than she’d thought.

  When Kathleen returned to the table, her face was bright pink. He tried to keep a straight face, but he knew she was no longer wearing underwear. Just the thought of her sexy pussy bare under her skirt made him itch to have her. His cock grew stiffer, and that was a feat in and of itself.

  He was proud of her for trusting him, for going out on a limb like this, way outside of her comfort zone. And he intended to make it worth her while.

  She didn’t sit down. “Are we ready to go?” She shuffled her feat, not making eye contact with him.

  “Sure. I already paid the bill while you were . . . contemplating,” he teased.

  She grew redder still and turned from him, her lip between her teeth again.

  When he stood, he leaned in to her face and pulled the lip from her mouth with his thumb before he kissed her. It was a quick buss of her lips, but it didn’t make his dick calm down.

  He took her hand and led her from the room. She didn’t realize it, but just removing her panties put her in sub mode. She would let him lead her now. He’d not had any particular intentions in mind when he’d given her the task. It had been a spur-of-the-moment instruction.

  But now that she’d obeyed, she was submissive. It would take her several weeks to realize the mindset, but eventually she would know when she was submitting and when they were not in the role and it would soothe her conscience.

  Gabe led his mate back to the car and helped her inside. He grinned when she attempted to get her skirt as low as she could and sit on the fabric. When he entered his side, he turned to her. He didn’t want to push her too hard, but he so wanted to fuck her silly again as soon as possible. She was so precious. Her submission was a gift she would never fully understand.

  Instead of speaking his mind, he decided to just drive. Surely she wouldn’t be opposed to what he intended.

  Ten minutes later, he pulled into a motel lot and turned off the car. The sign said vacancies. It wasn’t exactly a swanky place, but they were in the middle of nowhere Oklahoma. Options were limited. All he knew for sure was they weren’t going back to her parents’ house or his. He wanted her alone and uninhibited.

  When he turned to her, he found her staring at her lap, her hair hanging over her face.

  He took her hand. “You okay?”

  She nodded.

  “It’s not like we’re sneaking around you know. We do have the blessing of both our parents. I just want us to have some privacy. I can’t possibly leave you for the night and sleep somewhere without you. And I know you don’t want me to make love to you in the room down the hall from your parents.” He rubbed her palm in circles until she relaxed.

  “You’re right. I’ve just never. . ."

  “Gone to a motel with a guy? So glad to hear it.” He tipped her face up and kissed her briefly again. If he let himself get carried away, he’d never get her inside. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.” He stepped from the car and trotted to the office.

  No sense dragging her in to the front desk and embarrassing her further. It was clear she was somewhat mortified to be at a motel.

  Hopefully he could make her forget quickly and tomorrow they could make other arrangements. They would leave town for sure, either go back to his place in Houston or go on a vacation somewhere.

  Thank God he had two weeks off. As it was, he wondered how he was going to return to work in even that short amount of time.

  In two minutes he was back, keys in hand. He drove to the side of the row of rooms and turned off the engine again.

  She stayed still while he rounded the car and he wondered if he’d made the right decision. Would he have to pry her out?

  Relieved, he watched her step out of the front seat as he met her. She didn’t meet his gaze, but she followed him.

  His hands shook as he fumbled with the key like a teenager sneaking out to lose his virginity. He was so whipped.

  When they were finally inside, he turned on the lamp and hit the dimmer to lessen the brightness.

  He pulled her into his arms and kissed her again. He knew if he just locked lips with her, she would loosen up and relax. She was thinking too hard.

  He ran his hands up her back and cupped her head while he delved into her mouth. She parted her teeth for him and let him in. She tasted of the sweet soda and spicy pizza sauce and he’d never tasted anything better.

  She wiggled free from him and stepped back. “I need a toothbrush,” she stated. “I can taste the garlic on my breath.”

  With a wink, Gabriel reached into his back pocket and produced what she’d commanded. “I got them from the front desk.”

  “Resourceful,” she proclaimed, snatching onto the small tube of paste he held also. “Be right back.”

  Instead of letting her go, he followed her. As she wetted the brush and stuck it in her mouth, he wrapped his arms around her middle.

  She closed her eyes and moaned around the bubbles, wiggling her ass in an attempt to dislodge him. Instead, he smoothed his palms up her center and clasped them over her breasts while she spit into the sink.

  A deep sounded came out of her mouth as she rinsed. “Stop that. You made me dribble on myself.”

  “I love how you go weak in the knees when I touch you. Makes me feel manly.”

  She rolled her eyes at him as he released her to grab for the toothpaste. He hated breaking the contact, but no way was he going to continue the kiss he still longed for without joining her in the clean teeth department.

  He didn’t let her get away, however, pinning her into the bathroom with one hand around her waist while he brushed.

  She giggled, but didn’t resist. “You’re insatiable.”

  She had that right.

  He dragged her back into the bedroom, nibbling a line up her neck while she angled her head to the side to give him better access. “Strip for me, Kathleen.”

  She leaned back to look into his eyes. “You go first.”

  She was testing him. Daring him to let her lead in this endeavor. Fine. If she wanted to think she had the upper hand for a moment, he could oblige.

  He whipped his shirt over his head, unzipped his jeans while he kicked off his shoes, and within seconds he was fully naked before her. He stalked her, stroking his thick cock that ached for release.

  She backed into the bed, and he chuckled as she fell over the edge onto her ass with a bounce.

  Gabe released his dick and grabbed her by the skirt, pulling her to the side of the mattress. He tugged the skirt off her body and then slipped her blouse over her head. Instead of removing her bra, the only clothing she had left, he trailed his fingers down the top lacy edge and pulled the cups down, pushing her breasts up out of them.

  She gasped.

  “So sexy,” he murmured. “Your nipples always stiffen for me before I can even touch them.” He flicked one and then the other. Finally, he popped the front clasp and released her from the bra.

  “Turn over,” he stated. He tried so hard not to sound too demanding, but as she quivered under his frame, he couldn’t resist. She responded so favorably to his commands. “I want you on your belly.”

  She did as he said, not questioning him or even hesitating this time.

  “Good girl.” He rubbed a hand down her spine as he climbed up behind her, straddling her legs and then massaging her back.

  She melted under his touch, her body softening as she relaxed. Starting at her shoulders, he worked his way down her body until he reached her ass. Her butt tightened when he scooted down several inches to give himself space.

  She grew more aroused as he worked her over. When he
pulled her cheeks apart to open her tiny hole to his gaze, she flinched. He didn’t press the issue. She wasn’t ready for that yet.

  He stroked lower—her thighs, and then her calves as he moved off her.

  “Lift up on your knees, Kathleen, and spread them wide.”

  She was trembling as she obeyed his command, but she didn’t question him.

  When she lifted up onto her elbows, he stopped her with pressure to her shoulder. “Leave your head down and your arms above you. I just want your ass in the air, your pussy open to me.”

  The quiver he felt running through her was accompanied by a groan. When he stroked a finger between her legs, he found her soaking wet and ready for him.

  He climbed between her thighs and wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her steady. With the other hand, he grazed her pussy again, dragging her moisture out and swirling it around her clit. She bucked. He held her still.

  “So hot, baby. So tight,” he stated as he pushed two fingers into her pussy. “God, I love how your pussy grips my fingers.”

  She moaned again. She might have said something into the pillow, but it wasn’t intelligible.

  Still holding her waist, Gabe guided his cock between her and stroked it over her pussy. She writhed against him. Her arousal filled the room.

  “I’m going to take you from behind now, Kathleen. Try not to make too much noise. We could have neighbors, you know.”

  He knew that had been the farthest thing from her mind, and he loved how she flinched in fear of being heard. It added to her angst.

  Gabriel gripped both of her hips and pressed his cock home in one quick pass.

  Kathleen sucked in a breath and he held still deep inside her, waiting for her to release the oxygen from her lungs.

  When she finally exhaled, he squeezed her hips. “Good girl. You okay?”

  “Move,” she demanded.

  He grinned. Perhaps she could give as good as she took. He certainly didn’t feel unmanned when she spoke to him like that.

  He didn’t have intentions of letting her have the upper hand too often, but if she wanted to feel like she had some control occasionally, he’d let her top from the bottom. Whatever made her happy. Hell, whatever caused that mewling sound she emitted was worth it to him any day of the week.