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be.”
I think I may have met the perfect woman. In her eyes, I’m not a monster at all.
Chapter Seven
Bleu MacAllister
I stop when we reach my front door. My hand pressed against Sin’s chest is my signal for him to understand he won’t be coming in. “Thank you for tonight. I had a very good time.”
“Again?” He sighs and rubs his hands down my arms. “I’m not invited to come inside?”
I grin while shaking my head. “You aren’t ready.”
“I suspect it’s you who isn’t ready because I know for damn sure I am.” He’s going to kiss me. I know he is. “I promise I’ll make you feel good.”
He’s trying so hard. It’s sort of sweet in a way, even though he is trying to get me into bed. “I have no doubt you will, but it won’t be tonight.”
“I want to kiss you.” He comes closer, invading my personal space. “That’s something I never have a desire to do.”
I suppose one kiss won’t hurt. It’s probably a good idea to throw a dog a bone, even if it’s a small one.
I hold up one of my fingers. “One bite of the apple. That’s all you get.”
The corner of his mouth turns up and a small dimple appears. I’ve not noticed that until now. It’s sexy as hell.
My God, he’s a handsome devil.
His eyes are beautiful, like melted dark chocolate.
His hands go to my waist and pull me tightly against him. Our mouths are impossibly close yet not touching. We make a sport of it, almost like tug of war. One advances, the other retreats. We alternate until his lips finally brush mine and it’s a game to me no more. I want to taste him.
I move my hands up his arms, over his broad, muscular shoulders. His lips meet mine and I open my mouth, inviting his tongue inside. They’re soft and wet gliding together. He tastes likes whisky. And I love it.
His hand moves to the hem of my dress and creeps up my thighs. That’s more than the one bite I promised, so I grab his wrist. “You’re being a very bad boy.”
“The only thing that’s bad is how much I want to touch you.”
I push his hand away. “I know you do—and you will—but not until you come to understand full circle what it is I want and need.”
“Bonny Bleu, I can make you feel so fucking good if you’ll just let me.” His hand is back to working its way up my dress. “Isn’t that what all of this is about? Pleasuring you?”
I let his fingers skim my silky panties before forcing his hand away. “It most definitely is but if you understood anything about what I need, you’d be able to predict that I don’t want it while standing outside my front door for all of my neighbors to see.”
He growls in frustration. “Then let me come in.”
“Says the big bad wolf.”
He steps back and clasps his hands over the top of his head. “Your game confuses me. You act as though you want to be properly fucked but you have all these stipulations to go along with the manner in which it’s done.” He moves his hands down his face. “It’s fucking exhausting,” he growls.
He’s becoming annoyed. I’m losing him. I think he’s growing tired of the waiting game so I have to reel him in again. “Being properly fucked is worth the wait because when it’s good, it’s very good.”
I need to step up my plan, force his hand.
Sin doesn’t take women to his home—ever. It would be a huge concession for him to do so. He needs a really good reason to want to take me there. “It sounds silly but the truth is that I sort of get creeped out thinking about having sex in Aunt Edy’s flat since it’s where she passed away.”
“No storage rooms. No offices. No flats where dead people could be walking around. Should I be aware of any other places you can’t have sex?” He’s laughing at me again. Good. I prefer that over annoyance.
“If I asked you to take me to your bed after our next date and make love to me, would you?”
“I don’t take women to my house. And I don’t make love.”
“Would you if it pleased
I think I may have met the perfect woman. In her eyes, I’m not a monster at all.
Chapter Seven
Bleu MacAllister
I stop when we reach my front door. My hand pressed against Sin’s chest is my signal for him to understand he won’t be coming in. “Thank you for tonight. I had a very good time.”
“Again?” He sighs and rubs his hands down my arms. “I’m not invited to come inside?”
I grin while shaking my head. “You aren’t ready.”
“I suspect it’s you who isn’t ready because I know for damn sure I am.” He’s going to kiss me. I know he is. “I promise I’ll make you feel good.”
He’s trying so hard. It’s sort of sweet in a way, even though he is trying to get me into bed. “I have no doubt you will, but it won’t be tonight.”
“I want to kiss you.” He comes closer, invading my personal space. “That’s something I never have a desire to do.”
I suppose one kiss won’t hurt. It’s probably a good idea to throw a dog a bone, even if it’s a small one.
I hold up one of my fingers. “One bite of the apple. That’s all you get.”
The corner of his mouth turns up and a small dimple appears. I’ve not noticed that until now. It’s sexy as hell.
My God, he’s a handsome devil.
His eyes are beautiful, like melted dark chocolate.
His hands go to my waist and pull me tightly against him. Our mouths are impossibly close yet not touching. We make a sport of it, almost like tug of war. One advances, the other retreats. We alternate until his lips finally brush mine and it’s a game to me no more. I want to taste him.
I move my hands up his arms, over his broad, muscular shoulders. His lips meet mine and I open my mouth, inviting his tongue inside. They’re soft and wet gliding together. He tastes likes whisky. And I love it.
His hand moves to the hem of my dress and creeps up my thighs. That’s more than the one bite I promised, so I grab his wrist. “You’re being a very bad boy.”
“The only thing that’s bad is how much I want to touch you.”
I push his hand away. “I know you do—and you will—but not until you come to understand full circle what it is I want and need.”
“Bonny Bleu, I can make you feel so fucking good if you’ll just let me.” His hand is back to working its way up my dress. “Isn’t that what all of this is about? Pleasuring you?”
I let his fingers skim my silky panties before forcing his hand away. “It most definitely is but if you understood anything about what I need, you’d be able to predict that I don’t want it while standing outside my front door for all of my neighbors to see.”
He growls in frustration. “Then let me come in.”
“Says the big bad wolf.”
He steps back and clasps his hands over the top of his head. “Your game confuses me. You act as though you want to be properly fucked but you have all these stipulations to go along with the manner in which it’s done.” He moves his hands down his face. “It’s fucking exhausting,” he growls.
He’s becoming annoyed. I’m losing him. I think he’s growing tired of the waiting game so I have to reel him in again. “Being properly fucked is worth the wait because when it’s good, it’s very good.”
I need to step up my plan, force his hand.
Sin doesn’t take women to his home—ever. It would be a huge concession for him to do so. He needs a really good reason to want to take me there. “It sounds silly but the truth is that I sort of get creeped out thinking about having sex in Aunt Edy’s flat since it’s where she passed away.”
“No storage rooms. No offices. No flats where dead people could be walking around. Should I be aware of any other places you can’t have sex?” He’s laughing at me again. Good. I prefer that over annoyance.
“If I asked you to take me to your bed after our next date and make love to me, would you?”
“I don’t take women to my house. And I don’t make love.”
“Would you if it pleased
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