“I told you I was different. I need rules. Boundaries. Control. But everything I do will be with your pleasure in mind. Your safety. Your care. I won’t always say or do the right thing. You’ll have to teach me.”
Teach him how to care for her. It was a big task and one she’d relish if they were to be together. But she had no intention of going back to that castle. Of being their mate. Whatever that meant. She had her own plans.
But she didn’t want to debate that right now. She was on fire.
“How do I get you to stop? If I don’t like something?”
“You say, stop, I don’t like that.”
“And you just stop?”
He nodded. “And I just stop. You have my word.”
She couldn’t trust his word, could she? Yet there was something old-fashioned about the way he’d said that. As if this was a man who gave his word and meant it.
Honor.
It wasn’t something she’d really seen in others before. But if anyone had it, Sawyer did.
“Are we in agreement?” he asked.
“Yes. For the moment.”
Oh, Gigi. What are you getting yourself into?
Hush. I’m having fun.
And possibly losing her mind.
“Bare your breast for me, then.”
In for a penny, in for a pound. She went to grab the bottom of her top when he reached out and grabbed her hand. He shook his head. “No, just one breast at a time. Leave the T-shirt on. Reach in and scoop out your breast.”
Okay, she didn’t know why that seemed kinkier. It just did. Her body hummed as she reached under her tight shirt and pulled her right breast free. The cooler air hit her nipple and she whimpered.
“Beautiful,” he told her. His melted chocolate eyes stared at the taut nub. “Now cup it and offer it to me. Ask me very nicely to suckle it.”
Fuck. Could she do that? Her breath caught as she cupped the small mound. Too small to her way of thinking, although, Sawyer didn’t seem to care. Neither had Garret, she remembered then pushed that thought away. If she examined what she was doing too closely, she knew she’d start to feel guilty and would push him away.
And she’d lay awake aching and forever wondering what it would have been like to be with this strange, handsome man.
“Please suck on me,” she managed to get out.
“Sir.”
“Sir?”
“I like to hear it from your delicious lips.” He ran a thumb over her bottom lip. “Open.”
She opened her mouth and he slipped his finger inside. “Suck.”
He groaned as she started to suck. “Damn, I can imagine your mouth around my dick, swallowing me down.”
“Would you like me to do that, Sir?” Because she really, really wanted to. Not that she had any idea what to do but she’d figure it out.
“Maybe later. For now, I want you to give me that nipple. I want to taste you.”
She rose up, so she was no longer sitting on his lap and held her nipple to his mouth. She knew she was bright red. Could feel the heat in her cheeks. He leaned in and nipped the tight bud. She cried out, pain and pleasure a delightful duo inside her. Then he took her nipple into his mouth. Each suck of his mouth sent waves of pleasure down to her clit.