Page 57 of Entangled
“I have a job for you then.”
“What kind of job?”
“I’ll be there in a half hour. Leave the door unlocked. I want you naked in bed when I get there.”
Heat pools in my lower belly. “Is that so?”
“Thirty minutes.” He hangs up.
I leap off my stool and rush into the bathroom for a quick shower. I already washed my hair and shaved my legs this morning, but I feel like I need to freshen up. After the world’s fastest shower, I lock Eugene in the laundry room and slide into bed.
I snatch the remote from my nightstand and scroll through my playlists in search of mood music. I have no idea what version of Henry will walk through that door. Will he be slow and gentle? Or will he let the animal inside him loose and fuck me silly again? The paradox gives me the perfect song. While it’s an old one, “We Can Make Love” by SoMo is perfect for the occasion. Once the seductive tune is queued up, I pull the covers to my chin and wait.
Henry doesn’t keep me waiting for long. The rumble of an engine sends the butterflies in my stomach into a tizzy. A few minutes later, I hear my front door open and close. In the eerie silence I can make out the sound of him stomping snow off his boots. Then the bottom step creaks.
Equal parts giddy and aroused, I wait for him to climb a few more steps, then start the music.
I lose my breath when he appears in the doorway. A wicked gleam lights his eyes as he prowls to the edge of my bed. He doesn’t say a word, just slowly unbuttons his shirt. Sliding the material off his shoulders, he removes the red flannel and tosses it onto the floor. His gaze never leaves mine as he unbuckles his belt and slides the length of leather from its loops. Then he folds it in half and yanks it taut. The crack reverberates to my pussy, forcing a gasp to escape me.
I swallow against the jitters tightening my throat. “Are you going to use that on me?”
A diabolical smirk curves his lips. “Do you want me to?”
“I, um, well…” I chew my lower lip as my gaze darts from his face to the belt, then back again. “I’m not sure.”
“Relax, Princess. I’m not gonna hit you with it.”
My breath rushes out of me in relief. I don’t think I could handle that level of intensity. Yet. “Good.”
“Thought so.” He tilts his head to the side. “When I ask you a question like that, I expect a truthful answer—not the one you think I want to hear.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Just be honest.” He tosses the belt on the floor by his shirt, then sheds his pants and boxers and crawls up the bed to me. “You gonna share those blankets?”
“Of course.” I lift the covers so he can join me beneath them.
“You’re warm,” he says, settling on top of me. Propping himself on his elbows, he studies my face. “And beautiful.”
Staring up into his eyes, it occurs to me how incredibly secure he makes me feel. I know, beyond the shadow of a doubt, no harm will come to me while cocooned in the safety of his arms. Even all my years sequestered in my home never made me feel truly safe. There was always a hidden danger, some unknown evil lurking outside my walls. How can a man I’ve known for less than a month ease my fear?
“What are you thinking?” he asks, brushing the hair back from my face.
I think I love you.“I think you should kiss me.”
Henry cups my cheek and brings his mouth to mine. He kisses me softly at first. Then his hunger takes over. I part my lips for him. Our tongues slide, teeth click. He tangles his hand in my hair and devours me.
I pour my soul into it, telling him everything I’m not ready to say. This man is the haven I hoped for but never dreamed I’d find.
Between us, his hard cock rests against my belly. This is our first time completely naked together. Without a nightgown or T-shirt in my way, I can soak up his warmth. Needing him closer, I wrap my legs around him.
He groans into the kiss. “I’m trying to take it slow this time.”
“I don’t want slow.” I slide my hand down to grip his cock, guiding him between my legs. “I need you.”
Henry kisses my jaw, my neck, working his way down to my collarbone. His lips trail across my throat until they’re by my left ear. “Whatever you need, Princess.”
I moan when he eases his thick cock inside me, stretching and filling me like only he can. Tightening my arms and legs around him, I pull him closer. Deeper. If I could crawl inside him, I would. His lips meet mine again, each kiss fueling my desperation. I need him harder. Faster.
