I gaped at him. I wasn’t a fan of scales, but I was somewhere in that ballpark.
“Baby, I bench press more than that.”
“Um—” My brain struggled to come up with a reply, but I had nothing.
Why are you having this argument with him? He chased after you. Athlete or not, he clearly has no issue with your size. Might be nice to see what it’s like to be thrown around like a ragdoll.
A sexy smirk tipped up on his kiss-swollen lips, and he took the first step with me held securely in his arms.
Reaching the landing, he eyed me in question. My townhouse only had two bedrooms, but with the doors closed, it was impossible to tell which was mine.
Afraid to remove my arms from around his neck, I directed, “The one on the left.”
Jostling me, he shifted one arm beneath my ass so he didn’t have to put me down to turn the doorknob.
The ensuite bathroom was visible from where we stood on the threshold, and with sure strides, Sasha carried me inside before setting me on my feet.
When he reached into the shower and pulled out my razor, I swallowed. Hard.
This was my moment of truth.
Chapter 10
Goose
I was doing agood job of hiding it, but I was angry. No, scratch that. I was fucking pissed.
It was an unfamiliar emotion. I never let anything bother me, but I couldn’t let go of the rage I felt toward Gemma’s past lovers. Not only for failing to worship her body properly, thus ensuring her pleasure, but in turn for making her believe she was incapable of achieving it.
That way of thinking ended tonight.
Tonight, I was determined to push her over the edge so many times that she forgot how to speak, how to breathe, how to survive without my touch.
Standing inside her bathroom, I stared at Gemma, whose gaze was locked on the razor perched between my fingers.
I knew what she had been doing downstairs. She was trying to find any excuse not to let this happen, but she’d severely underestimated me if she thought I would walk away over something so trivial as pubic hair. I fought back the urge toclench my jaw at the thought that some asshole had made her believe it was a requirement to be bare.
“This doesn’t work with your clothes on, Kitten.”
Nerves crept in, and I watched her hands tremble by her side. Vulnerability was scary, but she had nothing to fear from me. All I wanted to do was care for her and cherish her, and I was determined to spend the rest of my life doing so. Even if she wasn’t ready to accept that inevitability yet.
Fingers came up to toy with the tie at her waist, which held her sexy black dress together.
“I—” Stunning hazel eyes dropped to the floor, and teeth dug into her lower lip.
Stepping closer, I placed fingers beneath her chin to bring her gaze up to meet mine as my thumb tugged her lip free. “Tell me what I can do to make this easier for you.”
Gemma let out a shaky breath and asked, “Can you take off your clothes, too?”
“Of course.” Dipping my head, I placed a soft kiss on her lips. “I will always do anything you need to feel comfortable. Never be afraid to ask.”
I was rewarded with her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling the tie free until golden strands fell around us like a curtain.
“Strip for me, Sasha.”
Her whispered demand shot a bolt of lust straight to my already painfully hard cock. With my free hand, I pressed a palm over it, willing it to calm down. Right now, Gemma’s pleasure was my sole focus.
Easing back a few steps, I placed the razor down before shucking my suit jacket, laying it over the edge of the sink. Next, I went to work on my shirt buttons, slipping each one through its loop until the sides hung loose, revealing my skin.
