Page 129 of The Promise Of Rain

My heart thrilled at the sound of his soft grunt and the delicious heat of his sweet release deep inside me.

Dragging me down into the bed, he curled around me until our breathing returned to normal.

“Are you okay?”

“Very,” I purred.

Did I please him?

I squirmed.“So, bossing me around is what you’re into?”

He chuckled.“That about sums it up.”

“What kind of things would you like me to be into?”I ventured.

“What are you curious about?”he asked instead.

I huffed out a soft laugh.

“Let me put it another way.What have you read about in those steamy novels that makes you hot?”

“I’m not sure I’d want to try all these things, okay?”

“Noted.”

Oh my god, was I really going to say this?

I cleared my throat.“Edging.”I squeezed my eyes shut.“Spanking.”

“Tell me more,” he demanded.

Taking a moment to think, I explained, “It’s the attention and focus that thrills me, the idea someone takes pleasure from mine, no matter how that unfolds.”I paused.“And I like the idea of not having to think and plan, not have to be in control of everything, but to just trust and feel.”

His hips rolled just once, pressing his growing erection against my bottom.

“Anything else?”he asked gruffly.

I smiled to myself, anticipating the explosion.“Two men at the same time.”

“Jenny Davis,” he reprimanded, rolling me to my back.“That is not happening, baby.”His eyes lit up.“But I’ll see what I can do to replicate the experience.”

“I was kidding,” I said softly, cupping his face in my palm.

“I’m not,” he smiled darkly.

His cell phone rang, breaking the moment.

He rolled away from me and snagged it off the bedside table.

Dark, wary eyes rose to meet mine.He held up a finger and stepped away into the family room.

“Hello?”

I heard murmuring as he retreated to the kitchen.

I sat up, watching him as he stalked back into my bedroom.

All the tension we’d loved away during the day was back.