If he let her, she’d suck him dry and while that was usually a damn fine idea, he had other plans for tonight. It was his turn to be the supplicant. He gripped her wrist gently and pulled it away. He didn’t want to come until he was deep inside her. “Karina, I don’t want to wear a condom. I don’t want to wait.”
All of their friends were having kids. There would be a big group of them running crazy and wild and growing up together. He wanted that for his kids. His and Karina’s. Damn but her daughter would be a handful.
A brilliant smile crossed her face. “I’m not getting any younger, Master. I think I would like to be a mom very much.”
She moved back and let him stand. He quickly got out of his jeans and boots and shrugged off his shirt. He held a hand out to help her stand, but the minute she got to her feet, he leaned down and gently picked her up.
Her arm went around his neck and a dreamy look crossed her face. “I love it when you do that, Brighton. Somehow you make me feel dainty.”
She was dainty compared to him. He started for his bedroom. Finally, finally she would be where she belonged. In his bed. “Then I’ll just carry you everywhere.”
She laughed. “I think that might make it hard for me to work.”
Another thing to talk about. “Baby, I know you love what you do, but can you tone down the dangerous stuff? Please. You’re going to give me a heart attack.”
“I can’t have that.” She touched his jaw, brushing her fingers against the bristles there. “I think I’m going to take some time off and see if I can put that money Terry was willing to kill me over to good use. I’ve hidden so much of myself for a long time. I’m ready to talk, Derek. I’m ready to stand up. I think DPD can help me with a youth outreach.”
Oh, shit. She was going to be the bossiest community advocate any of them had ever worked with, and he would love every minute of sparring with her. “I can make that happen.”
Because making sure she got what she needed was his job.
When she gave him hell, he would just have to take her to the bedroom where he could be the boss.
He laid her down on his bed, turning on the light on the nightstand. He was damn glad he’d never had a woman here. He’d always gone to the woman’s place, telling himself this was his space, but now he realized the truth. Somewhere deep down, he’d been waiting for her.
He stared at her, memorizing the vision of her golden skin laid out, her face open and trusting. This, this was the start of his life, and he didn’t want to forget a second of it.
“Derek?” Karina held her hand out.
He took it, joining her on the bed. He touched the place on her forehead where a lump had formed. She’d fought like hell.
“Don’t think about it, Derek. It’s just a little bump. It doesn’t even hurt. It won’t scar.”
He kissed that little lump that she’d gotten while fighting for her life. And then he kissed the small scar on her cheek that wasn’t even noticeable under makeup. “Your scars are beautiful.”
He kissed them all, finding even the smallest of places where she’d once been hurt and lavishing affection there.
She protested and giggled when he flipped her over and caressed every inch of her skin. “You’re making me crazy. Kiss me.”
“I am kissing you and this is my time, so you be still.” It was his time to explore her body with no limits, no walls between them. He kissed the nape of her neck, nibbled on her earlobes, and licked his way down her spine. He kissed everywhere those damn ropes had burned. His ropes were the only ones that would ever touch her again. He would bind her in silk and make her feel his love, his devotion.
He could smell her arousal. He chuckled a little as he noticed her hands were fisted in the bedspread.
“Do you want something, baby?” He loved making her beg.
“You know what I want. So give it to me.”
Oh, she really was asking for it. He gave her ass a quick but hard smack. “That was your warning. I’m not going to give you a full-on spanking no matter how much you beg. You might think you know best, but I’m in charge here. I will continue to play with you and not allow you to come.”
She whimpered a little, the sound making his cock jump. “Please, Master.”
“That’s better.” He kissed the place he’d just spanked. “Now ask me for what you want. Use words that get me hot and ready for you.”
He loved it when she talked dirty.
“I want your cock, Master. Please give me your cock.”
He turned her over, loving the way her skin had flushed. He let his fingers find her pussy. Wet. Soft. His. His fingers parted her labia as she whimpered again and closed her eyes, giving over to him. He played for a minute, fucking her with a single finger while his thumb found her clit.