Page 62 of Elijah’s Whim

I knew what she was getting worked up about, and I had to set her fears to rest. Things would work. I’d been down the exact road she was worried about many times before.

“It will work just fine. We have to work into it. You just have to trust me, okay?”

The whole time I was talking, she was jacking my dick, and I couldn’t bear asking her to stop. It felt so fucking good, I wanted to yank my pants down and have her do it in truth.

“Can I feel your skin?” she asked, tentatively running one hand along my waistband while the other still rubbed the front of my joggers.

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea, beautiful. Plus, weren’t we going to make breakfast? Oh, shit, that feels good. I’m going to need a couple of minutes to handle this, though. There’s no way it’s going to go away on its own now.”

“I want to watch you.”

“You’re full of surprises this morning, Ms. Farsey.” I thought for a moment or two and decided on a plan.

“Get a pillow off the sofa in the other room and come back.” While she scurried off like her heels were on fire, I got the olive oil out of the pantry. We would need it for the breakfast anyway. Hannah was back in a flash, gripping the pillow like a life preserver.

“Are you sure?” I asked her. I didn’t want to push her too far, too fast, but the minute she planted the idea, it grew into a full, living, throbbing fantasy.

“Yes, I want this,” she answered with quiet confidence.

I held out my hand, she offered the cushion she’d just retrieved, and I dropped it in the middle of the kitchen floor.

“Kneel…” I pointed and then gave her my hand for balance while she got into position.

“Hannah, look at me.” I waited for her to meet my stare because it was important that she understood her well-being would always be my number-one concern.

Through the curtain of light-brown lashes, her blue eyes found mine.

I stepped closer to put my hand beneath her chin. My God, she couldn’t possibly know how natural she looked in this pose. My dick swelled impossibly harder for her. I crouched down in front of her, still holding her chin in the cup of my palm.

“At any time, no matter when we’re together or what we’re doing—whether we’re talking or fucking or playing Go Fish—at any time, if you need a break or to stop completely, all you have to do is say slow or stop, and we will. I’m not into doing things against your will”—I ticktocked my head and grinned—“unless that’s the kind of game we’re playing. Then we will renegotiate beforehand. But these are the general rules, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you for telling me that.”

“You’re welcome, beauty.” I stood to my full height and took one step back so I could drink in all her perfection. “Take off your shirt.”

Her head jerked up, proud chin leading the charge of defiance.

Maybe I misread her desire for submission, but I wasn’t usually wrong about recognizing the trait in a woman.

A sound of warning came from low in my throat. We could push and pull a bit and see where it took us. Sometimes the woman craved that bit of icing on the cake as much as I did. In fact, most of my early experiences were what led me to my current preferences.

“I don’t ask twice, beautiful,” I warned. “Are you so eager for punishment already?”

“I just thought—”

“Did I say you could speak?”

“Did you say I couldn’t?” she shot back.

Well, shit. She had a point there, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. We were going to have a lot of fun. I could tell that much. Hannah was not only beautiful—my dream girl—but she was smart and quick-witted.

Yeah, my dream girl.

I thought I’d let my dream girl slip through my grasp years ago. But the more time I spent around Hannah Farsey, the more I was starting to think Hensley Pritchett wouldn’t hold a candle to this woman in any category. Time would tell if I was right or not, but years of maturity and learning about myself and the world around me had all signs pointing in that direction. I had to figure out a way to keep my wits about me, though, so I didn’t go overboard and scare her away.

“Are you going to do it, or do you want me to do it for you?” I asked.

“You” was all she said in way of reply.