Free Scorpion by Cyndi Goodgame

make my own rules Cas.  No one tells me what to do.  And my father is still controlling me.
    I don’ t want you to do anything you don’t want to.  He was still disconcerted by my thoughtlessness.
    I ’m not.  I told you.  I just wanted it to be between us.  Not them.  I don’t want the taste of them on my tongue.  I want what happens with you, with me, with us, only us.  No one else.
    I backed up hoping he would follow my lead.  He turned back to me letting me smile up to him at his eagerness to let me fix my screw up.  I could see in his eyes he wanted the same thing I did. 
    And we were still in a kitchen, no doubt.
    Yeah, he read me completely.  I had only seconds before he had me against the SAME counter, pinned and melting into his warm deep cinnamon and spice taste, the musky scent mixing with it now.  He really did smell good.  Different somehow at times, but good.  I was lost for a second and falling.  His tongue nicked mine and I practically moaned longer than three seconds.
    He chuckled and pulled his face back and up to see my eyes open with beat red cheeks blaring at him. 
    Sorry!
    Don ’t be.  It only makes this that much harder.
    He leaned in again taking his hands away from touching me and resting them on the steel cold countertop forcing me to either look at his chest or tip upward to show what I wanted too.  Agony crept up me at losing his touch so I easily gave in.  There were too many things I had to avoid in this world of mine that his kiss made me forget entirely.  I didn ’t want to ever avoid that.
    His mouth kissed me slowly at first while his fading black eyes watched mine.  I forced mine to stay open not wanting to miss a second of his growing desire and what it might produce.  I needed to stop myself.  We were still in a kitchen.  Of course my mind had to think of this , right?
    I missed the absence of his hands on me and wondered how long it would be before he returned them.  Knowing he was reading all this, I willed him to return them. 
    I swear his eyes danced a little in laughter at this.  He pulled his mouth slowly into another kiss and continued to watch me.  I wanted to say something but this was just too fascinating to miss.
    He finished the kiss and walked two steps back.  I stood there like a complete idiot and couldn ’t will my heated body to move.  He knew exactly what he was doing. 
    You ’re right.  Wear what you want, when you want, or nothing at all if you like.  Feel at home.  But know that everything you do drives me absolutely crazy and I have forewarned you.
    Or what?
    I’ll not control my actions even in the kitchen.
    This was a threat.  A really great threat, but was I really ready for this kind of threat?  Cas! Even my inner voice was breathy and rasping for air.
    He waited, his eyes eager.
    I will wait for marriage.  You need to know this. It’s how I was raised and I won’t give on that.
    He was upset with my declaration letting his face fell.  I totally misinterpreted this too.  Will I ever read him right?
    I onl y had the same intentions, Kissa.  I would never force you.
    Oh.  Okay.  I…thank you.  I…don ’t misread me.  I want too.  With you.  And only you.  I want to…
    He moved back to me putting his warming hands on my bare shoulders.  The feeling was so amazing. 
    Stace, I only mean the same if that’s what you want.  I have waited for you for so long.   “You seem to misread everything I mean.  I don’t know why that is.”  He switched from thoughts to verbal.
    “I ’m sorry.  Maybe it's a girl thing."”  I dropped my eyes.  He pulled my chin up to force my eyes to see him again regardless.  No one else would I ever let control me this way...or any way.  No one!  It was too vulnerable and left one open to physical and emotional pain not to mention the trust factor.
    “I trust you.” 
    “Stace, I don’t think this is the right time to say this and I don’t think you’ll even