Page 52 of Control (Everyday Heroes 3.50)
“What about you? Why the dog grooming business?”
She snorts. “Because dogs are way more loyal than men.”
Ah, we’re back to that here?
“Is that so?” I take advantage of her head tilted to look at me and press my lips against hers. I kiss her gently, my tongue slipping between her lips and teasing her without any sense of urgency. Her body softens as I worship her mouth in a kiss that I can feel all the way to the bottom of my balls.
Jesus.
The woman knows how to knock a man on his ass.
And just as quietly as we slipped into this kiss, Desi pushes away from me and sits up. The draw of her breath is shaky and the way her hands play with the quilt on the bed, anxious.
I study her. Fear is rolling off her. “You just can’t do it, can you?” I ask into the darkness of the room.
“Do what?”
“Let your guard down for one second.”
“That’s crap,” she says through a laugh, but I can hear the truth edging her words.
“You change the subject every time I ask about more of you. You push away every time the kiss becomes too serious. You—”
“I don’t do that,” she asserts, but she damn well knows she does.
“Then why is it so hard for you to lie here in bed with me and just...and just be.”
“Because beds are for sleeping or for sex.”
“Then come here, let’s go to sleep.” I reach out to pull her toward me to call her bluff, and when she swats my hands away, I know it worked.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s...it’s too close.”
“It’s too close?” I laugh. “I can stick my dick in you, but lying beside me is too close to you?”
“It’s not the same.” She huffs.
“You’re right. It’s not. And the having sex part is the one that makes us closer than sharing the same sheets if I’m not mistaken.” I run my hand down her back in an attempt to show her I can touch her and it’s okay. “Why do I make you uncomfortable?”
“You don’t.”
My chuckle is the only sound in the room. “I’m a negotiator, Desi. Trained to listen to what’s not being said and see things that others are trying to hide...so, nice try.”
“God, you’re a pain in the ass,” she groans.
“And you’re a confusing one.”
“Actually quite the contrary,” she says as she turns to face me and sits cross-legged. Her perfect tits are on display and the dark patch of hair covering her pussy blends in with the shadows and makes me want to play hide-and-go-seek to find it.
But her eyes watch mine as I scrape them up every inch of her naked flesh until they meet her gaze again.
“Where were we?” I laugh.
“We were talking about how I’m not confusing but rather am every guy’s dream.”
