Screw Me Sideways

“Are you comfortable?”

“Yes.”

“Are you lying to me?” He peered down his nose, grinning at the gorgeous woman in his arms. The light in the hall was a treat. Even if nothing happened between them, he would enjoy watching her sleep. He looked forward to the morning possibilities as well.

God, he was losing his mind.

“Do you want me to lie to you, Kellan?”

“I don’t recommend it. Besides, I could make you tell me the truth.”

She shuddered and he grinned. His voice already affected her in some ways.

“Do you make your other submissives tell you the truth?”

“I don’t have ‘other’ submissives.”

“But that’s what you like. Right?”

“What’s that?”

“Submissive women,” she replied, curving her arm around his waist.

He stilled then, questioning every action and every question. “What do you know about submissive women?”

“Not much,” she admitted. “But I’d be submissive to you.” Her honesty was enough to cripple the best of Doms, at least those who were bent on having a woman, and this woman might as well be collared or branded as his.

“A confession like that could get you in all sorts of trouble.”

“I’m not ready,” she said frankly.

“That’s a fact.” He tucked his fingers under her chin and lifted her lips to his. “But I’m not going anywhere.” He gave her a quick kiss. “And I’m not taking advantage of you.”

“I believe you.”

Chapter Six

The morning smelled like straight-up trouble. Kellan awoke to strangely familiar aromas—coffee, bacon, and maple syrup.

God help him. In the past, he hadn’t been the kind of guy to do sleepovers well. Then again, he was on the job. He sat upright then and was met with a smile.

Job, hell.

“I didn’t want to wake you,” Jade said.

“Coffee and bacon suggest otherwise.”

“Are you complaining?” She stepped in the kitchen and reappeared with a black mug in hand.

Maybe it was the steam rising from the cup or perhaps it was her rebellious act, the fact that she’d put her robe on and dared to leave his side. Whatever the reason, he was ready for her.

He took the offered mug in one hand, the woman in the other. Setting aside the delivered coffee, he pulled her forward, splaying his fingers and running them through her hair.

Before he slanted his lips over hers, he said, “I need you to tell me what’s in that freezer.”

As if he’d touched her intimately, goosebumps covered her arms. “Why is it important?”

“Why didn’t you get rid of what’s in there if it’s not?”