“Ah, little one,” he murmured. Letting her wrists go, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight against him, his weight full on her and ever so satisfying, his warm breath ruffling her hair. The scent of sex filled the room. She ran her fingers through his thick hair, pressed a kiss to his damp shoulder. How could she give this up?

When he started to withdraw, she grabbed his butt, curled her fingers into the hard curve of muscle, and kept his pelvis against her own. “Don’t leave.”

He kissed her, sweet and slow, before pulling away. “I’ll be right back, pet.”

A moment in the bathroom, and he rejoined her, pulling her on top of him. It was apparently one of his favorite positions. He played with her buttocks, fondling and squeezing, the movements causing her tender clit to rub against him until she wiggled in his grasp.

He chuckled. “You can go back to sleep now if you want,” he whispered, tucking her head down against his shoulder. His musky scent enveloped her; his arm lay heavy across her back and one hand still grasped her bottom. She yawned, sliding down into sleep and safety.

She woke, lying on her back, to find him on his side, propped on one elbow, watching her with those silvery eyes. She was sprawled out with no covers, naked to his gaze. She made a futile grasp at the sheet, but his hand came down on hers.

“Let me look,” he murmured, releasing her after kissing her fingers.

Heat washed from her chest to her face, and she knew she blushed from the way his eyes crinkled. She frowned at him. “You’re bossy.”

“Yes, I am,” he agreed, amiably. “And isn’t it a shame that you happen to like that.”

Huh. Hard to answer that one.

After donning a condom, he rolled on top of her and slid into her with one hard thrust. She gasped as the shock of the sudden entry reverberated through her system.

“All right, pet.” Resting on his forearms, he framed her face with his warm hands, forcing her to look at him. “Now that I have your attention, you may tell me what was going on earlier.”

His gaze was stern, his hands unyielding. His heavy body pinned her to the mattress with his cock impaling her. There would be no evasion, either mentally or physically.

She swallowed hard. She could get him to release her, she knew, if she demanded to be let free. If she walked out. The thought of leaving brought back the ache in her chest. She didn’t want to walk out.

“Jessica,” he said softly, “haven’t we shared enough for you to trust me with more than your body?” His thumbs stroked her cheeks. She could feel him, hard inside her, not moving, but joining them together in the most intimate of ways.

But she knew how this would end, had to end. He’d lived alone for years. He had eager subs available anytime he wanted. Why would he change for her?

His eyes narrowed. “All that thinking going on. Tell me, pet.”

Pet. Anger flared through her, even knowing he’d said it deliberately. She wasn’t a damned pet to be taken home and then dumped at the pound if too inconvenient. Fine then, he could hear some truths.

“That woman who knelt in front of you? I don’t like knowing she’ll be here with you tomorrow.”

He looked confused, but she couldn’t hold back the next part.

“I don’t want you to have other subs, women.” And then insecurity welled up in her like an ice bath. What was she doing? Like he cared what she wanted?

She tried to look away, but he wouldn’t move his hands or his gaze. The only thing that moved was his cock inside her, just enough to remind her of their connection. “Don’t stop, kitten. What else?”

He held her in place so easily, and her wakening arousal set off another spark of anger at her body’s weakness and at him for exploiting it. She glared at him. “Just one thing. Sir.” She almost spat the word. “There’s more between us than just sex, and you’d see it if you weren’t so totally blind, dammit.”

He blinked at her outburst. Then his lips curved.

“Spitfire,” he murmured, his tone pleased.

“I --” God, what had she done? She wet her lips.

His smile widened at her confusion, and he brushed her lips with a gentle kiss. “It so happens that I agree completely.”

“You do?” she whispered. There was air in this room somewhere, but she couldn’t seem to find it.

Moving a hand from her face, he touched a nipple with one gentle finger, watched it bead into a point. “I do. And I think it’s time you gave me your phone number.”

Her heart tugged inside her with the rising hope. She shoved it back down, trying to consider his request. Well, not a request, actually. His gaze rose from her breast to spear into her eyes. A command.

“What would you do with my number?”

The corner of his mouth rose as he touched her other nipple. “Call you and ask you out to dinner. Talk to you somewhere besides in bed, much as I enjoy having you here.”

The air was definitely gone; she couldn’t seem to breathe. He wanted more than just sex? Wanted to actually get to know her? Or was this more of the domination stuff, only elsewhere? She hesitated. “Do I call you Sir at a restaurant?”

“No, kitten.” Now it was really a smile. “I’m Zachary until we reach the club…or the bedroom.”

Her smile equaled his. “I can do that,” she said softly as joy filled her.

“However, right now, we’re in the bedroom,” he murmured, moving hard inside her, “and I do believe you just swore at me.” The stern line of his mouth promised retribution and ominous amusement filled his eyes. “Give me your wrists.”

Her eyes widened in apprehension even as arousal blazed through her body. “Yes, Sir.”

THE END