Bend To His Will(22)

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Neal held Sandy in his arms as sleep claimed her. With other women he left them to sleep and went about his business. He liked the weight of her in his arms. Her body felt smooth to the touch. The curves of her stomach and hips were things of beauty. He ran circles along their fullness. Sandy was all woman and he loved every part of her.

Brushing her hair out of her face, he gazed down at her sleeping form. Her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open. She didn’t snore. He found himself smiling. The last few hours had been incredible. He’d never expected how much she would give of herself. Her ass must be stinging.

Laying his hands across her stomach and under her hair, Neal relaxed.

Could it be possible Sandy was the woman for him? Did he love her? The way his chest tightened when he thought of her with another man sent him in a spin. Sandy was his woman. He wanted to keep her. To lock her against him and never let go. For years he’d had to fight off the attraction because of the association with his brother. Accepting the idea was going to take some time.

Glancing over at the clock, he saw the late hour and closed his eyes. Sleep would be a nice distraction against the problems running through his head. All his problems would be there tomorrow.

His last thought as sleep claimed him was how perfect she felt in his arms.





Chapter Ten





Sandy woke up with her ass on fire but her body gloriously satisfied. Neal had an arm across her stomach and her head rested on the other. She turned to face him carefully so she wouldn’t wake him up. He looked peaceful, a small smile on his lips.

Lifting her hand, she moved a lock of his hair off his forehead and resisted the urge to touch him more. Neal had no idea how she felt about him. The way her heart would beat whenever he entered a room. He became her whole world, one of the many reasons for staying near home. She took a deep breath, then moved out of the bed. As a wince escaped her, Neal mumbled and rolled over in his sleep. Standing at the foot of the bed, naked, she noticed a robe lying on a chair and put it on, then walked up from his basement.

A quick look around and she found his bathroom. A full length mirror hung on the back of the door. She removed the robe and looked over her body for any changes. Sandy had thought that being with Neal would be similar to a life changing event. Turning, she checked her ass. She saw a red mark from his hand but nothing of any concern. Sandy moved closer to the mirror, staring at his handprint. The light pink stood out like a tattoo on her body. On her hips she saw the hand marks left behind from his firm grip. She smiled. This must mean something. A change within their relationship.

She would hold each mark with pride. A sure sign Neal wanted her. There was nothing Neal couldn’t do to her body.

Sandy had a quick shower. When she finished she dried her body and hair before putting the robe back on. She walked down to his kitchen. After searching his cupboards and drawers, she located the coffee and placed grounds into the machine with too many buttons. A quick deduction, then the coffee machine began filtering the grains. In the fridge, she found some sausages, eggs and other bits and pieces. The Chinese food could be warmed for dinner. With it being a Sunday, she could afford a few extra calories of fat. She didn’t have a cooked breakfast everyday of the week. Smirking, she cut some bread from the loaf and placed a couple of slices in the toaster. She was starving and pretending to eat carrot sticks wouldn’t do. Neal should know from the start she loved to eat.#p#分页标题#e#

Within moments she had sausages sizzling away in the frying pan. She had a small amount of butter melting for the scrambled eggs. You had to have butter for scrambled eggs. Any kind of substitute would be a crime. After she slathered some butter on her toast, she stood at his stove eating, turning the sausages with her fork when they were ready. She whisked the eggs after cracking them into a bowl.

“Something smells good,” Neal said. His hands circled her waist, his chin rested on her shoulder.

“I hope you’re hungry.”

“Some minx worked up my appetite last night. I’m starved.” He kissed her neck. “Really smells so good.”

“I’m famished. A dominant cowboy rancher kept me up most of the night, smacking my ass,” she teased.

“How is your ass?” Neal didn’t wait for a response. He lifted her gown. She closed her eyes and stifled a moan as his hand touched her. Whenever he touched her it felt like an electric current went right through her body. She couldn’t control her reaction. “I like this look on you.”

“Neal.” She moaned as his hand moved from her buttock to cup her mound.