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answers – but he was very interested in hers, so he made the effort. “What’s making you hesitate?”
    Jodi opened her mouth, and then closed it quickly, before starting again. “I’m not sure. I... you... we... it’s just that I never really expected – I certainly wanted you and wanted to, but I didn’t think it would ever happen–”
    “Wait, you wanted me?”
    “Yes, but I’ve kept that secret about myself as well buried as you did with your own sexuality. I didn’t think you had sexual impulses like the rest of the world, so I’ve never let you see that side of me.”
    He sighed. “Damn, we’ve been two complete idiots for the past seven years, haven’t we?”
    “Well, one of us has, anyway, and it’s not me... ”
    His chuckle stirred the hairs at the back of her neck. “Jodi, all I can say is that, if you will give yourself to me – for safekeeping – while we’re here, I can promise you that you won’t ever regret it.”
    It was the “safekeeping” part that got her, no doubt about it. She’d liked that thought a lot.
    His finger flicked her clit, once, firmly and she roared, literally shaking with denied desire. “Oh my God, I cannot take this any longer! Okay, yes. Fine.”
    Another flick, this one a bit slower, more drawn out. He wasn’t very happy with her response. “ ‘Yes fine’ what?”
    She was glad he couldn’t see her rolling her eyes. “Yes, I’ll be your submissive while we’re here.”
    “Really?” he asked, rubbing twice.
    Jodi gulped hard, barely able to rasp out, “Yes, really.”
    “Truly?”
    Another, slower sweep all around but not over the top of her clit.
    “Truly.” She sounded like she was at the end of her rope, growling low in her throat.
    “You’re positive you’re sure? And sure you’re positive?”
    That was it, submissive or not, she was going to kill the bastard.
    But instead, he thrust himself up inside her all of a sudden, all at once, exerting a bit more pressure with his finger than he had been and began to tug and pinch the nearest nipple his other hand could get a hold of, all while a neat contraction of his arms kept her forced tight up against him.
    He felt as if he’d gotten a hold of a tigress. When she came, she screamed but also bucked and writhed as if she was trying to get away from him. But he wouldn’t allow it, trying to tame her to his hand with modest success. Her complete and unadulterated wildness setting him off, too, so that he took her hard, mindlessly striving for his own paradise until it overwhelmed him completely.
    Long moments later he wasn’t even sure what had happened, really.
    “Are you okay?” he asked. She was still snuggled up against him, but that could have been because his arms were still wrapped tightly around her.
    Jodi couldn’t even speak. She just couldn’t. He would have to understand. She nodded, but barely. She was somewhere she’d never been before. Her brain wouldn’t work; she couldn’t think. And for some strange reason, her eyes were full of tears.
    Somehow Cayson sensed that, although she had nodded that she was okay, she really wasn’t. She seemed somehow withdrawn from him, and that was the last thing he’d hoped for after she’d agreed to be his in that most intimate and special of ways.
    And he was alarmed to realize that he could feel tears rolling down his bicep.
    Everything in him wanted to get up and do something, anything, but he knew he couldn’t, and besides, he had no idea what he could do. She was his now – and he hoped forever – and he felt the weight of that responsibility to her settling firmly onto him, shining a glaring light on all of his defects. So he shifted the both of them so that he was on his back and she was at his side and simply held her, his hand stroking lazily up and down her arm in what he hoped was a soothing manner.
    Something his mother used to say to him came to mind and seemed appropriate. “Big feelings?” he asked