Free Gift Wrapped by Karla Doyle

to do to me.”
    “Let me think.”
    “No thinking. You already have something in mind—I can see it in your eyes.” A little shimmy and those tiny panties eclipsed the curves of her hips. The scrap of red fabric slid down her legs, onto the floor, where she kicked it aside. “If you’re too shy to tell me,” she dipped one finger between her legs, “then show me instead.”
    * * *
    “Dangerous request.” Davis rose from the bed. He stalked toward her, eyes shining, lips twitching, hard muscles dancing beneath a soft, warm exterior. Like a big, beautiful predatory cat. One who intended to devour her. “You might regret making it.”
    “Are you trying to scare me?” she asked, when he moved into position behind her.
    “No, never. But there’s a good chance I will anyway, if I tell you what’s going through my head.”
    “Do you—” God, she hated to think it, let alone say it out loud. As curious and eager as she was, she did have limits. “Does it involve…hurting me?”
    “Not if I do it right.” His arms banded her waist and one hand slid between her legs to strum her clit. “And I promise to do it right.”
    “What is it ?”
    He kissed the sweet spot where her neck met her shoulder, chuckling when she leaned backward and pressed her ass against his erection. “Your body already knows.”
    His words could only mean one thing. This man she’d only known for a few hours wanted to have anal sex. Thank god for the tight hold he had on her, because her knees had turned to jelly.
    Davis had already proven he could satisfy her, that her pleasure was paramount. And she wanted to say yes. Her whole body tingled at the thought of Davis fucking her that way. But what if it didn’t live up to her fantasies? There was a hell of a difference between a dildo and a flesh-and-blood male. She controlled a dildo. Men controlled—or didn’t control—their cocks. She knew that from experience.
    “Your heart’s racing. I can feel it pounding against my chest.”
    “I’m just…nervous. I want to say yes, but I haven’t had much experience or success with, um, doing it that way.”
    He turned her within the circle of his arms, bringing them face-to-face. “It’s just dirty talk, Brinn. I have no expectations, and I’m not the kind of guy who’d pressure you to do something you’re not sure about.”
    “So you don’t want to fuck me in the ass?”
    He groaned while pulling her tighter to his body. “You’re killing me. Yeah, I want to. I’m hard as goddamn steel just thinking about it.” He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. One on the tip of her nose. Another on her lips. “But whether we watch movies all night, or fuck again—in any position—I’m good with it.”
    Her heart was off to the races. Again. He was a decent guy. A man she could trust with her body. With her pleasure. Somehow, she was sure of it. All she needed was a little courage.
    She smoothed her palms over his broad back, smiling when he groaned appreciatively. “You have a great body. I could touch you for hours.”
    “Please do. Your touch is amazing. Just right.”
    “I feel the same way about yours.”
    “Physical compatibility,” he said, brushing his lips against the shell of her ear. “We have it.”
    “I think so too.” She hooked her fingers over the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down. “Davis…” A little maneuvering and the barrier separating them disappeared, freeing his sizeable erection. “I don’t want to watch movies all night.”
    “Tell me what you do want to do.” Between them, his cock pressed insistently against her abdomen.
    Every minute of this evening had been incredible. It was about to get even hotter. She slipped from his arms and crawled onto his bed. Goose bumps rose on her arms and her nipples tightened to hard peaks. On hands and knees, she looked over her shoulder and found him staring—a hot, hungry gaze loaded with carnal intentions.
    “Turn off the TV and get over