A Dom is Forever (Masters and Mercenaries #3)(35)

His face went slightly hard, and his voice was a low growl. “Ask me nicely.”

Was this part of the games he liked to play? “Please kiss me.”

“Let’s start with the rules. You’ll call me ‘Sir’ when we’re playing.”

She could do that. It was actually a little sexy. “Sir, will you please kiss me?”

“With pleasure, sweetheart.” His voice went silky smooth when he was happy. He lowered his lips to hers and took over.

She loved this part. She’d been kissed before, certainly, but never like this. This was a long slow devouring of her mouth. Lee didn’t just peck and poke and then move on. He settled in like he could kiss her for hours, days, like he never wanted to stop. Over and over again his mouth took hers, their tongues moving in a fluid dance, and it was so easy to forget everything except him.

He came up for air, those green eyes practically glowing in the dim light. “Do you want another drink? Do you have anything in the kitchen?”

Nope. She wasn’t ready for company. “I have some bottled water.”

“Tomorrow we’ll get some beer and some Scotch. I like a Scotch before dinner. We’ll have to figure out what you like.” His hands never stopped moving. He was always stroking her somewhere as if he simply couldn’t stop himself. “So why don’t we sit down and talk about how this is going to go?”

She couldn’t stand another minute of talking. Why couldn’t he just attack her and be done with it? That cold feeling in the pit of her stomach was back. She would feel better once this whole thing was done and she knew she could please him. Sex wasn’t so hard. She just had to show him she wanted him and let him have her. That was easy. Then she would feel better.

Unless he took one look at her so not-perfect body and ran for Scotland. Lights out. That shouldn’t be a problem.

“I don’t want to wait.” Boldness was required. She went on her toes and kissed him again.

He stood there for a moment, but then his hands found her backside and he hauled her up. “Fuck, I shouldn’t let you do this to me. There’s a way to handle this, but if you can’t wait then neither can I.”

His fingers gripped her cheeks, pulling her up so her pelvis rested against his. She could feel the hard line of his erection. He did want her. He rubbed that thick part against her. Big. He was really big, way bigger than Brandon had been. She whimpered a little.

“Hush,” he said, his voice like gravel. “You can take me. You were built to take me.”

She wasn’t so sure about that. He was a Mack Truck, and she was kind of worried that her girl parts were more in line with a Prius, but it didn’t matter. She didn’t give a damn about the penetration part. That was the part she had to get through to get to the good part, the part where he was happy and held her all night long.

“I’ll make sure you’re ready. Just follow my lead.” The words skimmed across her skin. So tempting. She could just follow him and everything would be all right.

He opened the door and led her inside her tiny bedroom. The bed dominated the room leaving only a little space for a wardrobe and a nightstand. She might be the only person in the world who came to London and thought the living space was bigger than she’d been used to, but hospital rooms would do that to a girl.

“Where’s the light, baby?” Lee asked.

She didn’t answer him. She really didn’t want that light on. The ambient light that filtered in through the window shades from the busy street below was bad enough. She couldn’t put her body on display. It wasn’t pretty. She let her hands do what she’d wanted all along. She touched him. His chest, his arms. Steel covered in soft, warm flesh. She pulled at the bottom of his T-shirt.

“Damn it, Avery. I’m trying to play this first time your way, but you should understand that after this, I’m in charge.” He pulled the shirt free and tossed it to the side.

She still wasn’t completely sure what he meant. Panic was threatening to take her over. Her mind wouldn’t stop racing. Even when he kissed her this time, she couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that she wasn’t wearing anything pretty under her clothes. She was wearing spandex underwear and a minimizer bra. He had to be used to women who wore lingerie. She wasn’t that girl. When Adam had tried to get her to buy something frilly, she’d laughed and refused because she had looked ridiculous in it. She had looked like a fool.

God, she was sick of looking like a fool.

Poor sick Avery. Poor girl, the universe must be against her. It would have been better off if she’d died with them. What kind of life can she have now?

She’d heard the whispers. They were imprinted on her brain.

Lee’s hands were on her sweater, pulling it off. Would he think her breasts were okay? They were already sagging a little. Her nipples were too big. They weren’t small and tight and perky.

Concentrate, Avery. This is going to be fine. You’ll get through this. You can do this.

She shook a little when he unclasped her bra. Her breasts bounced free. Yes. Definitely saggy. God, she was only twenty-eight. Shouldn’t they still be really firm?

But they had nursed a baby. Her baby.

Lee’s hands played at her breasts, tweaking the nipples while he kissed her neck.

She winced a little. He was rough.