“You object to bringin’ in another woman into our playtime?”
“Yes. Not something I’m interested in trying.”
He lifted a dark brow. “Can I ask why?”
She raised an eyebrow right back. “Besides the fact three cocks will be more than enough to keep me occupied?”
Colby grinned. “Homophobic?”
“Not at all. Girl on girl is just not for me.” She chomped a pretzel and pointed the jagged end at him. “And I don’t want to watch you fucking another woman either. Is that a problem?”
28
Long Hard Ride
“Nope.” He brushed salt from her chin; his blunt fingertips leisurely traced the outline of her lips. “You’ve got the prettiest mouth.”
Everything inside her went hot and tight. “Then kiss me.”
“In a minute. Couple last things I need to know. You’ll suck me off, jerk me off, anytime I demand it?”
“Within reason. I’m not going to get on my knees right here.”
“Too bad. But sex toys and domination games are okay? I’m wicked good with ropes.”
An image arose. Her arms tied helplessly above her head, her legs spread-eagled. A blindfold covering her eyes. A bandana plugging her mouth to stifle the screams of raw pleasure. Powerless and begging under Colby’s towering body and punishing hands. She never would’ve dreamed that scenario would make her absolutely dripping wet. “Yes.”
“Would you let me spank you?”
Holy shit. That suggestion caught her off guard. People really did that? And liked it? “Umm. Would you hit me anywhere else?”
Colby frowned. “No. I ain’t that kind of man. But there is something about seein’ a rosy red ass that appeals to me. And don’t discount how sweet I can make punishments when you’ve been bad, shug.”
“This is starting to scare me,” Channing muttered.
“Nuh-uh. This is startin’ to excite you. So do we have a deal?”
She blurted, “Yes,” before she second-guessed herself and said no.
“Good. One more thing.”
She held her breath. She had a feeling this last question would be the most important one of all.
“Darlin’, pleased as I am that everything is up front with us, tell me why you’ve agreed to all my conditions.”
How did she explain without coming across as a desperate ho-bag?
But Colby wouldn’t judge her. And hiding the truth because she should feel embarrassed wouldn’t get her what she craved—this man, in whatever capacity he wanted her—if only for a week.
29
Lorelei James
“Because I’m sick of worrying if I tell a man what I really want out of a sexual relationship that he’ll think I’m some kind of deviant. I’m tired of dating guys who see me as their mother, or the mother of their children. Or as a nice girl who’s happy with plain-old vanilla sex once a week and doesn’t want more. I want more. I want it all. I want to do things that I’ve only read about. And I want you to teach me.”
Colby’s fingers stroked her chin, then his hand slid up her jawline to cradle her face. “Believe it or not, I understand wantin’ to break free of expectations. I can be the lover who fulfills those desires, Channing. I can push you to the limit. But I’ll warn you: I am demandin’ and I like to be in control.”
“Okay.”
“I’ve got to know you aren’t just sayin’ this. That you really mean it.
That you can handle what I’ve got planned.”
She angled her head and kissed the inside of his wrist. “How can I prove it?”
“Come with me right now. Don’t ask questions and don’t argue.”
“Only if you kiss me again.”
“Why you so intent on me kissin’ you?”
“Because, shug, when we were dancing you made me so wet and hot from that kiss I nearly came all over your leg.”
Colby growled and enclosed his mouth over hers. His hot male taste filled her as he forced her lips open and thrust his slick tongue in and out. He gifted her with a grinding kiss that stole her breath and fogged her senses. He sucked her tongue, followed it up with erotic little bites of her lips. Then he retreated, making her chase his tongue back into his greedy mouth.
The kiss softened, sweetened. He explored her reactions, licking her teeth, teasing the roof of her mouth with a fleeting flick of the tip of his tongue. He slid that rough, wet velvet along the inside curve of her cheek and nibbled on her bottom lip. Pulling back to let his breath drift over the dampened spots he’d created, as he brushed soft, yet insistent kisses on the corners of her trembling mouth.