I chirped a laugh. “How you handled me was just fine. And I promise you didn’t hurt me at all. I was just as into you as you were me.”
He glanced over at me, trying keep his eyes on the road. “I still could have been a bit gentler. I swear I’m not always that aggressive.”
I became quiet as I thought about how he manipulated me with his words. How his not-so-subtle demands were wreaking havoc on my insides and all I wanted him to do was fuck me…hard. I wasn’t a shy person, but how on earth was I supposed to tell him that his authoritativeness was exactly what I wanted again? I needed him to be assertive with me. It kept me from heading straight into the dark hole that made me wonder if I was doing the right things and if he was enjoying himself or if I was failing miserably as a woman. I hadn’t had much experience with sex. And with how much I had avoided it in the past, I couldn’t be sure that my motions with him were the correct things to be doing. Vocalization was exactly what I desired from him.
“There you go again. Care to come back and join me?”
I blushed. “Oops. I guess I just have a lot on my mind.”
“Care to tell me about it?”
I chewed on my lower lip. I felt him tug it free with his thumb while he turned my head in his direction. He had a look of concern on his face.
“Kat,” he said in a deeper voice that almost suggested that he knew where my mind was at. “What do you want to tell me?”
I squirmed, feeling myself getting slightly turned on by his tone. “Okay, you swear you won’t laugh or judge me?”
“Never. Now what is it, woman? You’ve got me worried over here.”
I cleared my throat, attempting to put on a brave front. “Okay, it’s just that with everything that’s happened to me, I wasn’t sure how I would feel about being told what to do while in the middle of… well, you know.” He nodded in acknowledgement. “And last night, I was so worried about you, and trying to bring you back to me. You were so distant. But then you sort of…I don’t know… got all male dominant on me.”
I’d trailed off. “Aaand?” He pushed me to continue.
“And I think I liked it.” My lip went straight back into my mouth so I could chew it.
The car suddenly swerved to the side of the road and came to a halting stop. Dust kicked up around us and a few cars honked their horns, disgruntled by Timber’s sudden change in path. He turned his entire body in my direction and stared me down with his piercing baby blues. His chest was rising and falling in quick bursts and I wondered what was going on.
“What on earth? Why’d you pull over?”
He ignored my question. “You liked me telling you what to do?”
I couldn’t tell by his tone if he sounded accusing or genuinely surprised. “Yes, I think I did.”
His gaze grew deeper as his eyes narrowed on me. “You think or you know?”
I could feel that now familiar dominance radiating off him. “I know.” I looked down at my hands, picking at non-existent dirt under my nails.
“Give me your eyes, Kat.” My eyes darted to his. “Are you telling me that you want me to tell you what to do?”
“I think so.”
He sighed. “There you go again with the ‘thinking’.”
I shrugged. “It’s just that when you do that, I’m not left questioning what you want next from me. It takes my mind away from places that I don’t want to go and I feel like I’m only with you.”
He grunted in understanding. “I have to tell you, I’m somewhat relieved to hear you say this. I’m naturally a pushy bastard and I don’t know if I’m capable of reigning myself in when it comes to you. You make me absolutely crazy with everything that you do.”
“How do I make you crazy?” Now I wasn’t sure if I was the offended one.
One side of his mouth tipped up in a grin. “You don’t see how beautiful you are. Everywhere you go, men look at you like you are a decadent little dessert they want a taste of.” The grin disappeared as quickly as it came. “And any man that tries to put their hands on you will have me to answer to. I won’t share you. I can’t.”
“You have no competition, Timber. I’d never expect you to share me. I’m all yours,” I stated matter of factly.
“Yeah, except I’m already competing with the man that hurt you.”
I felt like he just slapped me across the face. How could he say something like that? Feeling my anger bubbling up, I lashed out. “Nice! Real fuckin’ nice of you to bring that up when we’re talking about you and me. You have never had to compete with that piece of shit, so what makes you think you are?”