Strong (Stage Dive 4.50)

“So you don’t like Hawaii then?” he asked mildly.

“I don’t like being managed.”

“I see.”

“If we’re doing this—” I said, setting my glass aside and wriggling my way off his lap. Because I would wriggle if I damn well wanted to. His arms reluctantly let me go, his gaze tense and watchful. “—and that is a definite if—then I’m in charge.”

“You’re in charge,” he repeated rather more slowly.

“Is that going to be a problem?”

He paused. “Absolutely not.”

“That’s the correct answer.”

Serve him right if I left him hanging. Mind you, it seemed a shame to waste such a magnificent hard-on. Also, when it came to making skin to skin contact with the man, I apparently had pressing needs. Seriously urgent ones. And since physical needs were far easier than emotional to deal with, I climbed back onto his lap, straddling him this time. He immediately gripped my waist, holding me steady all protective-like. My hands meanwhile smoothed over his very lovely shoulders. A hungry gaze slid over me, making my pussy tingle. We’d barely gotten started and he had me all worked up. Without a doubt, the man had skills. Always nice to know up front that you weren’t wasting your time.

“No more of this timeline nonsense either,” I said, sounding a bit more breathy than I would have liked.

“You’re on top. Understood.”

“Good.” I nodded, grinding against him. Christ. Everything low in me tightened with need, it felt so fucking amazing. Horny was far safer than attempting to deal with heart stuff. “I’m using you for sex and that’s all that’s happening between us right now.”

His brows rose. “You’re using me for sex?”

“Yes.”

“Huh.”

“Is that all you have to say?” I asked.

“Well…always happy to be of service. Whenever y

ou’re ready.”

Nails digging into the back of his neck just a little, I cocked my head. “Is that a dare I’m hearing, Sam?”

“Martha, my love.” His smile, it was pure predator. “You bet it is.”

CHAPTER FIVE

Never one to be outdone, I shoved my hand down the front of his board shorts and grabbed his cock. Hot skin and hard flesh more than filled my hand. All the while, his hooded gaze stayed glued to my face, doing his best to read me no doubt. But I was in charge. Not him. And pushing aside my bikini bottoms and sinking down on him more than demonstrated that fact.

“M-Martha,” he stammered, fingers digging into my hips almost hard enough to bruise. His eyelids slammed shut. “Fuck.”

The man was large. Thicker than I’d expected. Some wriggling was definitely required. I panted, gripping his neck tightly, my cheek pressed against his. Bit by bit, I took all of him inside me. An adjustment period would also be needed. Holy hell. “Just give me a moment.”

“Give you a moment?” He shifted his hold, strong arms surrounding me. “I think you just killed me.”

“What? Why?”

“It didn’t occur to you to give me any warning?”

“Me grabbing your penis didn’t signal something was about to happen?”

His laughter came from deep inside his chest, brutally low and rough. Hands stroked firmly down my spine, soothing me. There may or may not have been an air of possession about the way he touched me. I don’t know. Other things were on my mind right then. Like figuring out how to breathe and keep my heart beating with his big dick inside of me. “Guess I should have asked about protection etcetera.”

“That might have been wise.” More laughter. “I’m clean. Tested regularly.”