Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(42)

Laughing, he stretched alongside her, propped on his elbow, trailing his fingers over

her spine. “You did very well.”


He’d warned her they’d talk when they were done. But really, what was she supposed to

say? A play-by-play so soon after the game ended was unnecessary.


“You’ll want to sit in a cool bath tonight. And probably tomorrow.”


“Thanks for the tip.”


Bennett’s hands stopped caressing her. “Don’t get snippy. If there’s a problem with

what happened, let’s talk about it.”


“That’s the problem, Bennett, I don’t want to talk.”


“Hmm. That is a problem.”


Then Ainsley found herself on her back with a grinning Bennett above her. “What so

funny?”


“This. I’m not known for bein’ a big talker in my life outside the club.” His lips

toyed with hers. “So I’ll just say this straight out: I want to see you again. I can

finagle a guest pass outta Cody.”


“So I was a good submissive?”


“You were a great submissive. Didn’t give me nearly as much lip as I figured.”


“You sound disappointed.”


“There is something to be said for an inventive punishment scene,” he drawled.


Ainsley set her hands on his lean cheeks. Her fingers continued a southerly descent,

stopping to trace his collarbone. Her palms rested on his pecs and she glanced up to

gauge his reaction. “Is this permissible, Sir? Within the realm of your control?”


“I’ll ignore that smartass remark this time. But yes, sub, you may continue.”


She ruffled his chest hair and fingered his nipples until he hissed. “I like your

body. Sorta sad I didn’t get to touch it as much as I wanted.” She dragged her

knuckles down to his groin. “And this appendage is why the term penis envy exists.”


“As much as I love flattery, you haven’t answered my question.”


“That’s because I don’t know what to say when you tell me you want to see me again.

”


“Easy. Say yes.”


She frowned. “That’s it?”


“Yep. I’d like to explore this pull between us. I have a feeling it’ll be explosive.

”


“Maybe that’s what I’m afraid of.”


Bennett tipped her face up. “Afraid of me?”


“No. Afraid of myself. Of letting—”


“Go?” he supplied.


“No. Afraid…”


“You don’t know what you’re afraid of, do you?”


Ainsley shook her head.


“Let’s try this again next weekend. Maybe we can figure it out together.” He pressed

a lingering, gentle kiss on her mouth. “Say yes. Please.”


She found herself whispering, “Yes.”


“Thank you.” He rolled off the bed and dressed quickly. “I’ll leave you alone. I

know you prefer time to think, although if I have my way, you’ll lose the ability to

think entirely whenever we’re together.”


Chapter Eight


Ben’s hair was still damp from his shower when he heard the first knock on his door.