Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 133975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Nine
Keys tossed the condom and started the bathwater. Hot. She was going to be sore. He hadn’t been in the least gentle with her, but he knew her. He couldn’t give her time to think, only feel. He stared at himself in the mirror, scrubbed his hand down his face, shocked for the first time in his life. Truly shocked. He was well and truly fucked, and he’d brought it on himself.
He hadn’t been lying when he told Lyric he’d been with hundreds of women. He’d had sex in every way possible. He loved sex. He craved it. But never once had it been like that. Never. He’d felt every inch of her silken tunnel wrapped so tight around him he could barely breathe. He couldn’t imagine what sex with her would be like when he taught her all the ways they could share pleasure.
He should have known Lyric would focus her entire being on him, on the sex, on learning what he wanted. That was her personality. She might be scared, but she’d given him whatever he demanded. She wouldn’t take the initiative, he knew that, but he was a man who needed to control his partner during sex.
The problem, as he saw it, was he wanted her addicted to him, and he had no doubt that he would make that happen, but he was more than addicted to her. She was his need. That was bad. She was stubborn as hell and went her own way. He needed to have the upper hand in their relationship or she would walk all over him.
Who knew a woman might rule him with sex? He found himself grinning in the mirror like an idiot. Might be a good way to go out. He wanted her on birth control as soon as possible because, for the first time that he could remember, he wanted to go bare. Feel every inch of all that silk. All that scorching heat. Every tight squeeze.
He went back into the bedroom and, without saying a word, picked her up and carried her to the tub. He got in with her, lowering them both into the hot, steamy water. She hissed out a long breath that told him he may have used her a little too roughly.
Keys wrapped his arms around her waist and dropped his chin onto the top of her head. “Never felt like that before, woman. When I say we were made for each other, I mean it. Had a lot of experience and nothing was ever that good.”
She dropped her palm to her thigh and rubbed along her leg where the scar was still raw. “Where do we go from here?”
“I know you’re scared, baby, but I’ve laid it out for you numerous times. Telling you what we’re doing isn’t getting me anywhere, so I’m showing you. This is you and me. Our start. Our relationship. I’m in it for the long haul and so are you.”
“Because you say so.”
“That and you want it, whether you want to admit it or not. No woman lights up like you do if it isn’t right. We’re right.”
“And when you get tired of one woman?”
The challenge in her voice nearly brought his cock to life again. Sheesh. He’d never had better sex, and instead of being sated, he was starving.
“I’m inventive, Wildfire. Very inventive. I like to play, and you’re going to like playing with me. I like toys. I like bondage. I like nipple and ass play. I want to teach you to take my cock down your throat. You think I’m going to get bored? We’re going to have sex whenever, wherever and however either of us wants it.”
She was silent. He was used to her thinking things over and didn’t press. Sometimes Lyric would come out with something extremely important if he didn’t jump in and try to fix things or insist on her telling him what was wrong.
“What if I can’t do the things you want me to do? Some of those things sound very scary and not something I would ever try.”
He could hear real fear in her voice. He rubbed his chin on top of her hair and turned his hands over, cupping her breasts. His thumbs slid over the upper curves possessively.
“Think about who you’re with, Lyric. You’ve known me for over six months. When I want something, I get it. You know that about me. I’ll handle you with care, especially when you’re afraid, but in the end, you’re going to give me what I want because you’re you. And I’m going to make certain every fuckin’ time you do, you’re going to love what we do. The scarier something is and you do it for me, the more I’m going to make certain rockets go off for you.”
“I want my car back.”