Page 19 of Dakota

Ha, feet were moving.

When I was finally standing in front ofhim, I felt almost lightheaded. It was real…at least I hoped it was. If thiswas a weird dream because of a bad burrito I was never going to eat Mexicanagain.

Mexican.

That’s what I had for lunch.

If I was remembering details that had tomean this was real, right?

“Your brain is bouncing all over, isn’tit?” Tristan was looking up at me, but he felt huge and commanding as his gazedragged down my body.

“Yes…Yes, Sir.” That was just so weird tosay.

He smiled, but it was wicked and sent ashiver through me. “Then I’m going to have to help you with that.”

It sounded wickedly wonderful but didn’thelp my brain slow down.

He took one of the little pillows Jonah haddecorated the couch with and placed it on the floor by his feet. “Kneel forme.”

Oh, that was a good way to turn off mybrain.

Everything came to a skidding halt as Ifocused on the small fluffy square that looked so innocent but represented somuch. “Yes, Sir.”

That seemed to be the only phrase thatworked in my head at the moment because even thinking of kneeling madeeverything go funny. Tristan must have thought something was up because hestarted to speak, but I shook my head. “I’m sorry. It’s just…but I’ve got it.”

Yep, nuts.

At least that was more words, though.

He nodded patiently and let me take abreath before I made my legs obey.

Fuck. I was kneeling.

And not in anI’ve dropped somethingunder the couch and have to crouch down to get itkind of way. This wasreal kneeling.

Forcing my body to still as I came to reston the pillow, I let out the breath I was holding and set my hands on my legsbefore looking up at him. He’d tell me what he wanted. All I had to do waslisten and obey. That was how this was supposed to work.

Remembering that made it easier to relax.

I just hoped he knew that part too, though.

He did.

“Widen your legs more.” He leaned forwarduntil he was just inches from me. “You’re already beautiful, but I want yourbody to always be open for me.”

Fuck. That was hot.

“Yes, Sir.” When I’d obeyed, I saw hissmile and something in me quieted even more.

“Very good.” His eyes kept moving over meand I could almost feel his fingers in their place. “Now, a few things beforewe start our discussion. Can I touch you? Over your clothes or your face forright now until we discuss it in more detail.”

My mouth was suddenly filled with cotton soI nodded, trying not to look desperate.

“No.” He shook his head like I’ddisappointed him. “Words, my dirty omega.”

My imagination had always been good enoughthat as long as the alpha I was with wasn’t a complete idiot when it came topleasing an omega, I could get aroused. But Tristan hadn’t even touched me andI was already hard and slick.

And I wasn’t even pretending he was someoneelse.