“You’re seducing me with mere words,” she whispered. “You always do.”
He picked up her hand and pressed his lips to her wrist and then her palm, and then he kissed each fingertip until he curled her hand and brushed his mouth across her knuckles.
“You’ll sleep in my bed every night. The last thing you’ll feel before you go to sleep is me inside you. The first thing you’ll feel when you wake up is me inside you.”
She jerked and shuddered against him, and her breaths came out in short little huffs like she couldn’t quite keep up.
“I’ll push your limits,” he said in a serious tone. “There’s a lot we haven’t done that we’ll do. Your body will be mine and that means that I’ll do with you as I like. I’m not a masochist. I have no interest in taking things so far that you’ll fear me or not enjoy what I do to you. But some of what I do will be for my pleasure and my pleasure alone just as there will be times when I’ll want to give you pleasure while taking none in return.”
“Is that all?” she asked as she licked her dry lips.
He kissed those lips and ran his tongue over top and bottom until they glistened.
“No. There is something I’d like to mention and get out in the open. You’ve told me about your fathers. And now your brothers. I don’t pretend to understand the arrangement. You haven’t said a lot other than they were in a committed polyamorous relationship. I’m not even sure what that means in the real world. So I’ll just get this out. I’m not comfortable with sharing you. Ever.” He snorted. “Comfortable is too soft a word to use here. You never hinted that you wanted a similar relationship to the one your mother and sister-in-law have, but it isn’t happening. Over my dead body. I’ll take apart any son of a bitch I ever find in your bed and then I’ll kick your pretty ass all over the country.”
Callie shook with silent laughter. It was obvious she tried really hard to keep it in. Then she cracked and started laughing out loud. He glared at her the whole time as she wiped tears from her cheeks.
“Oh God, Max,” she gasped out. “You crack me up. That’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“What’s so damn funny? Your whole family is involved in some weird relationship where the women sleep with multiple men. I’m just trying to save us all some grief by telling you now it isn’t going to happen, and if it does, someone’s going to die.”
She snickered again and wiped frantically at her eyes. Then she clutched his face in both hands and kissed him hot, hard and breathless.
“I have no desire to sleep with more than one man,” she said. “I realize my parents’ situation is…unusual.”
Max lifted one eyebrow. “Unusual?”
She scowled. “Okay maybe it’s strange but not to me or them. It’s what I grew up with. And the thing is my dads love my mom more than anything. That woman is pampered, spoiled and adored more than any woman I know other than my sister-in-law. And they all love me.”
Max softened and pulled her closer to him until she was cuddled tight against his chest and her n**ples poked through his chest hair. “I don’t doubt they love you with all their heart and soul, dolcezza. How could they do anything else? I don’t mean to demean them. I just can’t wrap my head around the idea of sharing you with two other men. I want you all to myself twenty-four/seven.”
“Lucky for you I’m not looking to hook up with two other men,” she said cheekily. “Guess you’ll have to do.”
He smacked her on the hip. “Watch it.”
She glanced mischievously at him. “Or what? What happens when I’m a bad girl and don’t do as you tell me?”
“Depends on how badly you’re wanting to be punished,” he said dryly. “If you’re yanking my chain because you want to be spanked, I’ll just ignore you.”
She stuck out her lip in an exaggerated pout. “You’re no fun.”
“Not to worry,” he said lazily. “I’ll find plenty of reasons to spank that pretty ass, none of which have a damn thing to do with punishment. Remember I talked about the things I do solely for my pleasure and not yours? Seeing my mark on your sweet little behind is an example. Right before I f**k it.”
She trembled again and her n**ples hardened against his chest. He smiled. Somehow he imagined that he wouldn’t be the only one who got pleasure from spanking her.
Chapter Fifteen
“I have a present for you,” Max said.Callie was sucking air through her nostrils, so turned on that she shook in Max’s arms. And now he casually changed the subject. She wanted to growl in frustration.
But still, mention of a present perked her up.
“I’ll admit up front that it’s as much a present for me as it is for you.”
She arched an eyebrow and leveled her stare at him. “Oh?”
He smiled and then carried her over to the couch. “Wait right here while I get it.”
She watched as he rummaged in the bags that had been delivered earlier. He pulled out a white, nondescript box and carried it back to where she sat.
He settled beside her and opened the box. She frowned when she saw black material. Clothes? Hadn’t he just said he wanted her nak*d?
But when he pulled it out, it was apparent it wasn’t any sort of clothing she was familiar with. It looked like half a corset.
“Stand up,” he directed as he unfolded the item.
She rose and stood before him.
“Turn around.”
Dutifully she turned until her back was presented to him. She heard him shove off the couch and the next thing she knew, he reached around her and positioned the wide band of material over her waist.
Maybe it was a corset. It was soft but stiff, like the material covered a harder object. But it was flexible and wrapped around to secure in the back.
He adjusted and pulled until it rested just below her br**sts and fit snugly about her waist. She looked down, still unsure of what it was or what purpose it served.
She soon had her answer.
Gently he pulled one arm behind her and bent her elbow so that her wrist lay flush against her back. She jumped when a band wrapped around her wrist, securing it to the contraption she wore.
Her pulse leapt and sped up as he pulled her other arm and secured it in the same fashion.
“Turn around.”
Slowly she turned and realized that the way her arms were confined by the apparatus forced her chest forward.
“Very beautiful. I think I’d like you in this when we eat so you’re completely dependent on my hand to feed you.”
Her cheeks grew warm under his scrutiny. She rolled up on the balls of her feet but then flushed harder when she saw his gaze tracked the bounce of her br**sts.
He lowered his head, and she closed her eyes just as his tongue flicked out and licked her nipple.
Desire crashed through her, jolting her senses into instant awareness. It was like being hit by a bus.
She was vulnerable in this position. Was it a test? Or was he simply trying to rebuild her trust? She wasn’t sure she liked being pushed. Or was he simply enjoying what he’d been so straightforward in saying he wanted?
Slowly he straightened, his brows drawn together as he studied her expression.
“What are you thinking?” he asked quietly.
She shivered under his scrutiny and swallowed nervously. Before, she would have thought nothing of letting him have it with both barrels. She’d never had any problem with speaking her mind. But now, she wasn’t in a position of equality.
She licked her lips and forced herself to meet his eyes.
“Is this a test?”
He frowned and confusion—genuine confusion—clouded his eyes. No, it obviously wasn’t a test and now she’d stepped into it all over again. If it had been a test of her trust, she’d failed miserably.
Without a word he reached round her and set her wrists free. He pulled at the material until she heard the sound of Velcro separating. It slid from her waist and he tossed it aside.
Then he turned and walked out of the living room, leaving her alone and nak*d.
She trembled, suddenly cold. Silence crept around her until it was heavy against her ears. She became aware of each breath until she purposely lowered her respirations so the sound wasn’t so explosive in the quiet.
She’d hurt him. It hadn’t been intentional. It wasn’t some vindictive payback to make him suffer. But the truth was there for the both of them to see. She didn’t trust him anymore. Not completely.
Hadn’t she wanted him to feel at least one-quarter of the pain she’d felt when he’d left her? Hadn’t she wanted to get back at him even just a little?
She had, if she was honest, but now the victory—if it could be called that—was hollow and unsatisfying. She wanted to cry, not for all the pain she’d endured but for something beautiful that was lost.
Her shoulders sagging, she turned and walked slowly to the couch where she sank into the cushions. But the leather that had felt warm and comforting before was now cold and unwelcoming.
She pulled the thin blanket around her body and up to her chin. She wouldn’t cry. Not now. She’d managed to go a long time without tears.
Her eyelids drooped and she nestled her head against the arm of the sofa. Her heart ached, but it went even deeper. Soul deep.
Now that she’d actually hurt Max, she realized she didn’t have the stomach for revenge. Unintentional or not, she knew that she’d suffer just as much as he would.
She wanted him back. Wanted his hands on her. His mouth. She wanted him to smile at her. She wanted him to love her.
When Callie awoke, she lay still a moment and stared dully toward the fireplace. The hearth looked cold and empty. Pretty symbolic.
She stirred and twisted the kink from her neck. When she stared down the couch, she saw Max sitting at the end, his gaze fixed on her.
“Max.”
She hastily sat up and the blanket fell to her waist.
He cocked his head to the side as his stare slid down her body. “Why didn’t you dress?”
She glanced down, frowned and then looked back up at him. “You told me to stay nak*d.”
“Hmmm.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Okay, she sounded defensive. Hell, she was defensive. She was seriously teetering here and definitely working without a safety net.
“Just that on some level you trust me. I haven’t completely lost it.”
She sighed. “I’m so sorry, Max. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”
He scooted forward on the couch and put a finger to her mouth. “Shhh. You won’t apologize for the way you feel. It’s my fault. I pushed too hard, too fast. It’s easy to forget that we’ve been apart for so many months. I’d love nothing more than to forget it and go back to the way things were before… Before I hurt you. That’s on me, though. I can’t expect to gain back everything we lost in a day. So it’s me who is sorry, Callie. Your hesitation hurt me more than I expected. I can’t bear the thought that you’d worry I’d in some way hurt you.”
She leaned forward until her forehead rested on his mouth. “I don’t think you’d hurt me, Max. I don’t. I want this to work.”
He laid his hand on the back of her head and then gently stroked over her hair as he kissed her forehead.
“I want this to work too, Callie. I shouldn’t have reacted as I did. You have the right to question me. You have the right to stop me at any time if you don’t feel comfortable. I don’t want you to feel like you ever have to suck it up and deal when you’re frightened or unsure just because you don’t want to hurt my feelings.”
She closed her eyes and smiled as she circled his neck with her arms. “I really didn’t mean to hurt you, Max. I guess you’re right. I’m just a little unsure. I’m still unbalanced by it all. A few days ago I was alone and unhappy. Now such a short time later, I’m with you in Denver and we’re flying into the wind again.”
He cupped her face and brushed his lips across her cheek and then pulled her against him to cradle her in his arms.
“I’m sorry, dolcezza,” he murmured against her hair. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry I overreacted earlier.”
She snuggled against his chest. “Think we could take up where we left off?”
He chuckled softly. “I can arrange that.”
She slid off his lap and went to her knees in front of him. She eased her thighs apart and slowly turned her hands palms up on top of her thighs.
His nostrils flared with his quick intake of breath. “How beautiful you are, Callie. There on your knees, your eyes and mouth so sweet you take my breath away.”
She stared back at him, her heart squeezing so hard in her chest she became light-headed. She put all her conviction into her gaze, her expression, the position of her body. She wanted there to be no doubt. She was his. This time… This time would be right. This time would be different.