Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(70)

“No.”


She hadn’t been expecting that answer. “Do you have normal relationships? I mean,

date normal women who don’t know about you being involved in the club?”


“I’ll ignore your use of the word normal because of your lack of experience. I used

to date. Then my buddy Cody took me to a club in Denver and it changed my life. I no

longer felt like a deviant for what I wanted from my partners. I no longer had to

pretend my needs were conventional.”


Ainsley blushed.


“Every once in a while I’ll meet a woman outside the club and ask her out. But if I

can’t be myself, why waste my time?”


“What’s the longest you’ve dated a woman?”


“Probably…a month.”


“Is that why you insisted on a month with me?”


Astute woman. It’d just seemed like an arbitrary amount of time. “No. As a newbie

sub, you oughta know in thirty days whether you’re cut out to be submissive, even just

behind bedroom doors.” He gave her a buttery, salty, smacking kiss. “Quit distracting

me from Vanna, woman.”


Ben solved the next puzzle. They bantered back and forth. But when the game show ended,

he sensed Ainsley’s anxiety. He set aside her empty popcorn bowl. “Sit on my lap

facing me.”


“Aren’t you afraid I’ll make your crotch go numb? I’m not exactly a petite woman,

Ben.”


“Don’t make me repeat myself.”


Ainsley threw her leg over his and straddled his thighs. “I guess Bennett the beastly

Dom is back.”


He curled his hand around her neck and took her mouth in a heated kiss. No easing into

it, just sucking in her surprise like a drug. Holding her in place while he controlled

the kiss. Keeping it red-hot until she could scarcely sit still. He backed off the

intensity, sliding his mouth to her ear. “Go into my bedroom and get undressed. Then

lay facedown on the bed.”


She immediately tensed up.


Ben waited for her to ask why, or what he had in mind.


“I…” He heard her swallow. “Which room is your bedroom?”


“The room with the four-poster log bed.”


Keeping her eyes averted, she climbed off him and disappeared down the hallway.


He flipped through channels for five minutes before he followed her. He paused in the

doorway, his eyes drinking her in. Ainsley’s body was an abundance of curves, just

exactly the body type he liked best.


After shucking his jeans and shirt, he grabbed a necktie, a condom and a bottle of lube

from his dresser. From beside the bed, he ordered, “Spread your arms out.” Then he

straddled her, his knees bracketing her thighs. His cock stirred when his balls brushed

the soft curves of her ass. Ben placed a kiss on the back of her head, inhaling the

subtle scent of her shampoo. “Do you have any idea how f*cking sexy you look?”


He dug his thumbs into the base of her neck and gradually moved across the tops of her

shoulders, using a combination of soft and harder pressure. Letting himself enjoy her

supple flesh beneath his hands. Goose bumps rippled across her back every time the

rougher skin on his hands glided across her. He kneaded her biceps and triceps. He