Page 71 of When There Was You
“I’m dying to play with your ass.”
As in…the inner sanctum? “Ummm.”
“That a yes?”
I cough. “Could you be more specific?”
“I want to lick, finger, and fuck that beautiful hole. I dream about it.”
Oh.A little spike of panic rushes through me. “No one’s ever gone there, uh, before.” My mind instantly calls up the line fromStar Trek’sopening credits: To boldly go where no man has gone before.Now I’m on the verge of cackling.
“Even better. It’ll be all mine.”
Something about that wiggles right between my thighs. Is it weird how much I like his possessiveness? And him sayingall mine? I shake my head…I literally just told him my fantasy is to be his slave. “Does it hurt?”
“Not if you do it properly.”
It bothers me that he’s experienced at this, which is absurd. “So, you’re an ass man?”
“It’s one of my favorite things. But I’m an equal opportunitykind of guy…I will lavish attention on all your gorgeous parts.”
“This is goingto sound so stupid,” I say. And immature.
“Tell me,” Butch urges.
“I resigned myself to becoming a spinster on the move to Virginia.”
He barks out a laugh and I can’t help laughing at myself. “Aren’t you a little young for such a radical determination?”
“That, and decidedly melodramatic.”
“How’s spinsterhood going for you?”
“Not well. All I can think about is having sex with you again,” I admit.
The words roll off his tongue slow and intentional. “I’m going to fuck any thoughts about spinsterhood right out of you.”
Oh my.
“You said something last night,and it made me think about my own situation.”
Butch steals my full attention with that statement. I’m so eager for any tidbits about him. I make a little humming noise for him to continue.
“I haven’t had a relationship with a woman for over six years.”
He’s only thirty, so this strikes me as odd. “Why?”
“I haven’t wanted or needed to.”
Cryptic. “But you’ve had sex?” I mean, obviously. I’m living proof.
He coughs. “Yes.”
“I’ll bet when I said no strings attached, you jumped for joy inside, didn’t you?”
“Are you kidding? I felt like I’d hit the million-dollar jackpot.”
I laugh, even though nothing could convince me I’m a million dollar lay. “Maybe you did. Our one-night stand was incredibly impulsive on my part.”
