coming into your apartment.”
“I don’t bring men here.”
“Ever?”
“Nope.”
“You mean I’m the first man to enter this apartment?” He sounded incredulous.
“Except for my Dad.” I pursed my lips. What would he read into that?
“Why?”
I cocked my head to one side and narrowed my gaze. “I’m embarrassed?”
He smirked. “I know that isn’t it. You’re using that as a cover.”
“So, you’re a psychologist now?”
He ignored that jibe and started another angle of questioning. “When was the last
time you slept with a man, before me I mean?”
I chewed on the inside of my cheek for a second. How much did I want to divulge?
He tipped my chin up to meet my gaze more directly. “Meagan?”
“I don’t know.” I took a deep breath. “It’s been a while.”
“A while as in two months? Or a while like five years?”
“Somewhere in between.” That would have to be good enough.
He sensed I wasn’t about to give him more info and changed the subject again. “You’re
a mystery.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I told you I like a challenge.”
“And I told you to be prepared for disappointment.”
He smiled, his face lighting up as he grabbed my shoulders and squeezed. “I have no
intention of being disappointed. Every minute with you is exhilarating.”
Really? I hadn’t ever thought of myself that way.
My turn to change the subject. “You realize we didn’t get away with anything, don’t
you?”
“You think not?” He lifted a brow in jest.
“Amy and Cheyenne are probably on the phone right now trying to figure us out. They’ll
be in my face before nine in the morning.”
He chuckled. “I can assure you Cade and Riley aren’t spending one second thinking
about who I might be fucking. They’re both currently pacing while they wait for your
girls to stop yapping and submit to them.”
His choice of words reminded me who he was at his core. A Dom.
“I’m not a submissive,” I repeated.
He drew a finger down my neck and traced the edge of my dress, skimming my cleavage.
“Everyone is a little submissive. Some more than others.”
“Except those who are dominant, you mean.”
He grinned. “Of course.”
“So, you’re insinuating all women are submissive?” My spine stiffened.
“Not at all. Men can be too. Even Doms. Some couples switch.” He shuddered. “Don’t
get any ideas. I don’t switch. But I will concede moments.”
“Huh. Moments. Like instances where you let me think I’m in control.”
“Yep.”
“Uh huh.”
“Do you realize how cocky you sound?”
“Sure. But do you realize how wet your pussy is?”
I flinched. Damn him.
“And do you know how hard it was to concentrate after you removed that scrap of material
you call panties and sat down at the table bare under your dress?”
“Noticed that, did you?”
“On second thought, maybe it was your fault we got caught. If you hadn’t sat down
with your pussy bare and leaking next to me…”
“Don’t even try to go there. You wouldn’t have known I ditched my panties if you hadn’t
wiggled your fingers between my legs and forced them into me.”
“Forced?” He chuckled again. “Says the woman who was moaning and grabbing my hand
to ensure I didn’t remove it from her parted legs.”
My eyes went wide. “You have a vivid imagination, Mr. Darwin.”
“Sir is fine. You don’t have to be so formal.”
I rolled my eyes next. “And your ego…”
“My ego is fine. I’m just a guy struggling to prove to a girl that she’s his. You’re
not making it easy.”
“Do you want me to be sorry?”
“Hell no. I love it. I told you I was up for the challenge.”
“Then we’ve come full circle, because I told you to be prepared for disappointment.”
Chapter Nine
We stood there in silence for several long moments, Parker staring into my eyes as
if he could see my soul, or wanted to.
I guarded myself as best I could, shivering