to beg him to fuck her, but even when she did, he wouldn’t do it. He’d sworn an oath to deny her. To give her a sense of safety and build trust. That, too, was part of how this worked.
“You said something about a movie,” she said. “That might help slow things down. Unless you brought porn.”
His lips curved at that, his gaze softening like melted chocolate. She could almost feel it sliding over her skin, his tongue licking it away. Okay, not helping.
“I have refreshments,” she said desperately. “Popcorn, beer, soda. What can I get you?”
“Popcorn and beer,” he decided. He lifted her back to her feet with that impressive upper body strength and nodded toward her shirt. “Put that back on for now. What room will we be in? I want to take a look while you get the popcorn and beer together.”
“You don’t want to see a mirror?”
He ran a dismissive hand through his hair. “Nope. That feels right.”
“I should have put a bowl on your head.”
“As I said, I’m confident in my barber’s skill.”
“Too late.” She shrugged on her shirt, giving the knot she tied between her breasts a smart tug to underscore her mock indignation. “You blew your charm score on that one. You’ll have to work on recovering your standing for the rest of the evening.”
“I’ll see what I can do.” With a grin, he picked up his tote bag. It didn’t make any noises to give her a clue of the contents. He didn’t volunteer the information, leaving her with nothing to do but watch him head off toward the living room. With the long hair gone, nothing impeded a view of his wide shoulders, drawing her gaze down the taper of his back to the way denim hugged his ass and strong thighs. He stopped at the archway to the living room and glanced back at her, catching her looking. She would have flushed, but whether he noticed or not, his mind was on other things.
“The refreshments are for me, Madison. None for you right now. I have other things for you to do.”
He added to the unsettling statement by giving her a deliberate look from head to toe. As she’d noted, there wasn’t a whole lot of difference between wearing the shirt and not wearing it. The shirt was even more titillating, since the white fabric was so thin and stretchy, the difference between the circle of areola and the jutting tip was delineated. The hold of the knot pushed her breasts together, giving her a deep cleavage. Obeying one of those primitive instincts he’d mentioned, she stood still for him until he was done looking. He gave her an approving nod, acknowledging it, and disappeared around the corner. Glancing down, she slid her fingertips along her inner thigh and discovered damp tracks there, evidence of her arousal escaping the saturated thong.
With an erratic breath, she turned to the tasks he’d set for her. Popcorn preparation, beer retrieval. Over the sound of popcorn popping, she could hear furniture being moved, but decided to curb her curiosity. She needed time to collect herself, as much as possible. Retrieving her broom and dustpan, she collected his discarded hair, resisting the urge to keep a lock. That was crazy, moony, girl-stalker stuff.
“Madison?” He called to her, a note of impatience in his tone.
“I’m coming. Just finishing up the popcorn.” She dumped it into a bowl, pulled a beer from the fridge and headed for the living room.
He’d retrieved two dining room chairs, straight wooden chairs with velvet seats. A towel from the bathroom had been folded over the cushion of one of them. The two chairs faced one another, one angled toward the television, the other the couch and the wall behind it.
“Put the popcorn and beer on the table here. Then sit down in the chair with the towel.” The one facing away from the television had the towel.
“I won’t get to see much of the movie this way.”
“The movie’s for me, not for you.
Force Ten from Navarone
. A personal favorite.” He nodded to the
“You said something about a movie,” she said. “That might help slow things down. Unless you brought porn.”
His lips curved at that, his gaze softening like melted chocolate. She could almost feel it sliding over her skin, his tongue licking it away. Okay, not helping.
“I have refreshments,” she said desperately. “Popcorn, beer, soda. What can I get you?”
“Popcorn and beer,” he decided. He lifted her back to her feet with that impressive upper body strength and nodded toward her shirt. “Put that back on for now. What room will we be in? I want to take a look while you get the popcorn and beer together.”
“You don’t want to see a mirror?”
He ran a dismissive hand through his hair. “Nope. That feels right.”
“I should have put a bowl on your head.”
“As I said, I’m confident in my barber’s skill.”
“Too late.” She shrugged on her shirt, giving the knot she tied between her breasts a smart tug to underscore her mock indignation. “You blew your charm score on that one. You’ll have to work on recovering your standing for the rest of the evening.”
“I’ll see what I can do.” With a grin, he picked up his tote bag. It didn’t make any noises to give her a clue of the contents. He didn’t volunteer the information, leaving her with nothing to do but watch him head off toward the living room. With the long hair gone, nothing impeded a view of his wide shoulders, drawing her gaze down the taper of his back to the way denim hugged his ass and strong thighs. He stopped at the archway to the living room and glanced back at her, catching her looking. She would have flushed, but whether he noticed or not, his mind was on other things.
“The refreshments are for me, Madison. None for you right now. I have other things for you to do.”
He added to the unsettling statement by giving her a deliberate look from head to toe. As she’d noted, there wasn’t a whole lot of difference between wearing the shirt and not wearing it. The shirt was even more titillating, since the white fabric was so thin and stretchy, the difference between the circle of areola and the jutting tip was delineated. The hold of the knot pushed her breasts together, giving her a deep cleavage. Obeying one of those primitive instincts he’d mentioned, she stood still for him until he was done looking. He gave her an approving nod, acknowledging it, and disappeared around the corner. Glancing down, she slid her fingertips along her inner thigh and discovered damp tracks there, evidence of her arousal escaping the saturated thong.
With an erratic breath, she turned to the tasks he’d set for her. Popcorn preparation, beer retrieval. Over the sound of popcorn popping, she could hear furniture being moved, but decided to curb her curiosity. She needed time to collect herself, as much as possible. Retrieving her broom and dustpan, she collected his discarded hair, resisting the urge to keep a lock. That was crazy, moony, girl-stalker stuff.
“Madison?” He called to her, a note of impatience in his tone.
“I’m coming. Just finishing up the popcorn.” She dumped it into a bowl, pulled a beer from the fridge and headed for the living room.
He’d retrieved two dining room chairs, straight wooden chairs with velvet seats. A towel from the bathroom had been folded over the cushion of one of them. The two chairs faced one another, one angled toward the television, the other the couch and the wall behind it.
“Put the popcorn and beer on the table here. Then sit down in the chair with the towel.” The one facing away from the television had the towel.
“I won’t get to see much of the movie this way.”
“The movie’s for me, not for you.
Force Ten from Navarone
. A personal favorite.” He nodded to the
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