“They don’t exist, so I don’t mind agreeing. You’re never going to find one.” Every therapist I’d ever found thought my urge to climb in the cage was unhealthy. “Good luck.”
Ben’s wicked chuckle was filled with confidence…it was sexy but it also said he was going to be a pain in my ass about the whole therapy thing. “Deal.”
Ugh. Confident men sucked sometimes.
It was definitely time for a distraction before I confessed any more bad habits or stupid decisions.
“Should we start on that list of rules tonight? I think it will make you feel more centered.” The most frightening part was that he was being genuine and I knew he’d talk me into it if I wasn’t careful.
Shit.
Time to pull out the big guns before I tortured myself just because he was fucking cute when he was trying to take care of me.
Aiming for sweet and pretending that I didn’t look like Lumberjack Ken Twink Edition, I sat up on my knees and leaned forward. “But this is our second date, Sir, and I haven’t gotten my kiss yet.”
Chapter 11
Ben
Oh, his manipulation was so calculated and so devious…it was delightful…and should definitely be rewarded. So kissing first and rules at some point…because theywouldmake him feel more centered and more owned.
But for the time being, if my pretty bird wanted to distract me, I was going to be a good Dom and let him.
“Oh, you’re right, birdie. Come here.” Leaning forward in the chair, I wrapped myself around him, stroking the back of his neck.
Relief and something that looked like naughty pleasure flashed through his eyes when he realized I wasn’t going to call him on his bullshit, but it was quickly replaced by anticipation as I inched closer to him. “Thank you for letting me have a kiss, birdie.”
“Always, Sir.” His breathy tone did wonderful things to me, but it was the way he didn’t even seem to realize what he’d said that had my heart beating faster.
Taking his lips for the first time, I gently brushed mine against his and kept it light and tender. He let out the softest sigh, pushing closer before whining quietly. “More?”
Whispering against his lips, I hugged him tighter. “Always, birdie.”
Nibbling on his lower lip, I loved the little whimpers and sighs he gave me as I slowly deepened the kiss. By the time my tongue was stroking his, fucking his mouth in a heated exchange, his fingers were clinging to my shirt and he was rocking his hips back and forth.
We were both breathless as we finally pulled apart, but Conner was looking at me like he was seeing me for the first time. It was sweet and tender, but I knew with the wonderful way he saw the world, it could’ve been about anything.
Snuggling close, he rested his head on my chest and seemed content to be held and petted for the moment, so I kept him pressed against me and made sure he felt the strength in my hold. As he slowly started to relax, his breathing deepened and he started nuzzling against me. “Can I stop being Lumberjack Ken now?”
His question had me trying not to laugh, but it was painful. “I don’t know. I think it’s hot.”
“No.” Rocking his head against me, he huffed. “This is not hot.”
He was crazy.
Leaning down, I kissed right below his ear and nibbled on his lobe as he made a soft, sexy sound. “You were leaning against that truck like you were the hottest country boy I’d ever seen. All I wanted to do was to turn you around and bare that sexy ass.”
He sucked in a breath, not arguing with me for once. “Yes, I started thinking about spanking my naughty boy, but I couldn’t help imagining fucking you against it. Every time you walked upto that truck afterward, you’d get hard remembering how good it felt.”
A frustrated groan from my pretty bird had me smiling. “Fuck, Ben. Now that’s all I’m going to think about.”
Good.
“The spanking or the fucking, pretty bird?” I knew I had him when he went very still. I pretended not to notice and went back to kissing his neck. “You’d look so sexy and wicked. You’d come so hard.”
I was deliberately being vague and wasn’t surprised when his brain jumped on it. “Which…which one would make me hard?”
Slowly reeling him in, I kissed along his neck and slid my hands down his back to squeeze his ass through his jeans. “Both, pretty bird. I’d make you brace your hands on the truck and I’d shove these sexy jeans down so just your beautiful ass was hanging out. Then I’d fill you up and make you scream out your pleasure for me.”
