“I’m not asking for details, sweetheart. I’m asking you to tell me one thing and one thing only.”
I have this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. I feel exposed—like I’ve given too much away. I can’t take it back now, it’s too late. I let my guard down and all I can hope is that it doesn’t come back around and bite me in the ass.
“Go ahead and ask me then.”
“Have you ever had an orgasm?”
I don’t want to answer. I don’t. I also can’t forget how sweet he’s been this week. How he’s taken care of me, how he’s been watching out for me, protecting me and most of all…how he makes me feel.
“I don’t see how this…”
“It makes every fucking difference in the world. So I’m going to ask you one more time Hellcat, and you’re going to answer.”
“Has a man ever made you come?”
I drop my gaze and stare down at my feet. My toenail polish is chipped. I should fix that before I go out…
“Hellcat, eyes. Give me those eyes. Has a man ever made you come?”
“I…no. There are you happy now? Jesus. If using a man for sex is this difficult, I have no idea why women don’t just remain virgins.”
He gives me a kind of cocky half smile and the little lines at the corner of his eyes crinkle. I get that damn feeling in my stomach that he’s been giving me all week. Damn it.
“I’ll show you why in a minute. Now, I have one more question.”
“Oh no. No way Stud, you said one question and that’s what I agreed to. One question.”
“That question, necessitated the next.”
“Necessitated? Jesus Zander,”
“Have you ever made yourself orgasm, Hellcat?”
My heart stops. There’s a question I wasn’t expecting. If I tell him the truth will he see how truly pathetic I am? Shit.
“No, and that’s all you’re getting. Do not bother asking me why, Zander or so help me I will take that lamp you’re standing beside and bang it over the side of your head.”
He doesn’t say anything in return. Instead he walks to the bed, turns the covers down and turns back around to look at me.
“Get up here on the bed, Hellcat,” he orders and his voice has that rough, gravely tone he used when he said my name in the shower… when he… God, he got himself off and mine was the name he had on his lips. That has to mean something right? Shit. What am I doing?
Chapter 12
Crusher
“Come here, Hellcat.”
“Zander, I don’t…”
“Dani? I’m not repeating myself again. Come here.” I order her. It’s probably the completely wrong way to handle her—hell, to handle this entire situation. Yet, it’s who I am and I can’t change, even for her. She’s the one. I feel it in my bones. I need her to accept me, because I’m going nowhere. I’m here for the long haul with this woman.
I watch as those big beautiful eyes fill with panic. I’m going to kill the son of a bitch who did this to her and when I do, I’m going to do it painfully and slowly. There’s a moment when I think she’s going to run screaming out of the room. Then, I see resolve flash in her eyes.
“I’d like to point out, you did in fact just repeat yourself,” she says in that sassy little tone she gets, even though fear is making her voice shake, I smile. She walks to me, looking anywhere but my face.
“You make me weak, what can I say?” I tell her and I’m not just talking about right now.
She looks down at our feet, still not looking up at me. I want this, I want her, but she’s going to have to give me certain signs.
“Strip.”
That gets her attention. She looks up at me like I’ve lost my mind. Hell, the last week of touching her, having her so close and doing nothing but sleep, I probably have.
“What?” She questions.
“Strip.”
“Zander, this is not…”
“Damn, I had you pegged wrong, Hellcat,” I tell her, hating that I have to do it this way. Sometimes you gotta do, what you gotta do.
“What does that mean?”
“I thought you had fire, Hellcat. I gotta say I’m more than a little disappointed.”
She looks at me and then, just like I knew she would, her eyes shoot fire at me. She whips my shirt over her head and throws it at me. It takes all I have not to grin. God she’s beautiful. I let the shirt fall to the ground and wait.
When I don’t give her the reaction she’s wanting, she unbuttons her pants and pushes them down her hips before kicking them at me. With her leg hurt, they barely lift off the ground. I can tell that annoys her by the way she lets out an angry snort. Her breath blows her bangs up and she’s so damn cute in that moment. Then, I take her in. She has on this sea green and black lace bra with matching panties, and is so fucking sexy my dick is as hard as steel. At the same time, the childish look on her face makes me want to turn her over and tan her ass.
“Are you happy now?” She huffs. Damn, it’s like she’s daring me to slap that ass.