Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
I kind of liked how comfortable he was, but I wasn’t sure encouraging his Dom side would be the best idea at the moment.
Somehow, I’d gone from knowing he’d been wrong to get me in such a frustrating situation to being in another frustrating situation.
I just didn’t know what was going to happen with the new one.
There was just enough Dom in his pleasant gaze to worry me, and it only got worse when he stopped right in front of the couch. “Tell me your safewords.”
Oh dear.
I was really not very bright.
“Green is good to go.” I swallowed, trying to sound more relaxed than I felt since I wasn’t sure I wanted him to stop whatever he was going to do. “Yellow is to pause and slow down…I mean slow down and pause. Red means stop.”
“Very good.” He released my hand, trailing his fingers up my arm painfully slowly. “If I said I wanted to touch your face and kiss you again on the mouth, what color would you be?”
Okay, I was liking this game so far.
“Green, Sir.” Ha, remembered that too.
“Wonderful.” He was pleased, but that didn’t mean he was going to hurry up. “Before I tell you my limits on kissing, I would like to know if I can kiss your lips anytime we’re in private here in your home.”
I couldn’t decide if he wanted to be careful or if he was trying to drive me crazy, but I was guessing both. Unfortunately, it was a reasonable limit and well worded, so I couldn’t pout or find anything to worry about. “Yes, Sir. That’s a reasonable limit and one that I’m comfortable with.”
He was thinking something much more dangerous than I was because he looked too pleased with my answer. “Perfect.”
Before I could grasp at something else to overthink about, his hand reached my cheek and he stepped closer, closing the distance between us. As his lips brushed mine, my brain switched off again, and the only lingering thoughts were about how I loved the sounds he made and that somehow it was even better than our first kiss had been.
He was going to be a very dangerous Dom if just his kiss made my knees weak.
But that thought vanished too when he nibbled on my lower lip, and suddenly, I was the one making sounds…needy ones.
However, Dante seemed to like them, and it was impossible to worry when he was moaning into my mouth and stroking his tongue against mine. Every lick and nibble sent a shiver through me, but when I tried to press against him, he pulled back.
“I need to know your limits on my holding you.” He smiled when I huffed, but the way he brushed his lips against mine again made it hard to pout. “Is it a reasonable limit for you that I can hold you tight and press your body against mine so I can feel your erection?”
He really was trying to kill me.
Ugh.
“Yes, Sir.” I’d complain later when kisses and possibly orgasms weren’t on the line. “I’d like being held tight and snuggled against you.”
I really wanted that, so I forced my whirling brain to narrow down a few more details. “When we’re standing like this or when we’re on the couch or lying down…somewhere.”
My face was so red it hurt, but I wanted it enough to ignore how embarrassed the whole thing was making me.
“Good boy.” Dante gave me another brush of his lips, almost too light to actually call a kiss. “What about where my hands can go? Would my stroking my hands over your clothed back and ass be in your limits?”
God, we weren’t going to do this with everything, were we?
I’d never make it.
Would he think my coming in my pants was adorable or weird?
“I…” Swallowing, I reminded myself that I wanted him to touch me and I wanted him to know I wasn’t freaking out too much.
It was just a tiny bit of a freak-out.
He’d never believe I was perfectly relaxed, so I wasn’t going to aim for an unrealistic goal. “I would like you to touch or stroke me over my clothes, and I’m comfortable with the back of my body and the front.”
Well, I was hard enough that comfortable probably wasn’t the right word to use, but I wanted his hands on me, so I wasn’t going to argue with whatever words my brain tossed out.
“That’s good to know.” Dante rewarded me with another firmer kiss. “You were so thorough, I’m going to give you a reward.”
A crazy mix of relief, desire, and worry raced through me as his free hand finally wrapped around me, pinning me against his body. The rush had me feeling lightheaded before his lips even met mine again, and the way he jumped right to fucking me with his tongue had the room spinning around me.