“What’s the matter, Princess? Are you that uptight you can’t handle a dirty joke?”
Then her stance changes and her hands fall to her hips as she glares in my direction. “No, Javi. I’m a big girl and I’ve had sex, you know. You’d be surprised by what I can handle.”
“So is this where you come to buy your supplies for you and your boy toys?” I can’t help the smirk that crosses my lips, but Sydney’s eyes flick to the side, avoiding mine. And as soon as I say the words, this pit develops in my stomach at the thought of some other man tying her up and pleasing her.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but I don’t have boy toys. In fact, I guess you could say that my experience with any of these items,” she flicks toward the sign with her hand, “is nonexistent.”
Not only does her confession make me sigh internally with relief, but the thought of doing those things to her on my own makes me rock fucking hard. I turn to try to adjust myself before reaching for the grease I need, throwing it in the cart, and then turning back to her.
“That’s a shame, Princess. You don’t know what you’re missing out on.” I try to keep the tone of my voice playful, but I can feel the crackling of lust firing between us.
It takes the right person to explore with sexually. There has to be a level of trust and comfort between two people and it seems to me she hasn’t found someone dedicated to the job. Such a shame that a body like hers hasn’t been driven the way it should. The idea of watching the woman who frankly still possesses a hint of innocence relinquish all control makes me want to throw her over my shoulder, lock her in my room, and show her what real pleasure feels like.
I’m no saint, and I sure know how to fuck like the devil.
“I take it you’re skilled in the ways of lubricants and tie downs?” She inquires, lifting one eyebrow.
As our gazes lock, something within me snaps, one of the pieces of restraint that’s holding me back from giving in to what I’m feeling.
I take a few steps toward her to close the distance between us, the hard swallow of her throat apparent the closer I get. Her eyes widen with each step I take, her spine straightens, and before I know it, the fiery woman from before disappears and leaves in her place a woman that is anticipating my next move with an aura of trepidation.
And with just a few inches left between us, I lean down and line up my lips to her ear, inhaling her floral scent mixed with sweat and rain as soon as it hits my nose. She stands perfectly still, waiting for me to speak or touch her.
What would she do if I touched her right now? Would she welcome it? Read too much into it? Would I want her to question why my hands are on her? Or am I risking an entanglement with this woman who should be off-limits and out of my league by crossing that line?
“You couldn’t handle all of the skills I possess, Princess,” I growl in her ear in a low whisper that leaves a flurry of goosebumps on her skin. I watch them scatter and form as I clench my fists to prevent myself from leaning down further and tracing them with my tongue. “I don’t do nice and slow. I do hard and fast, and if that means you’re down to be tied down so I can show you what it’s like to give up control, then I’m game.”
And then I snap back to reality in an instant. Did I really just say that to this girl who probably thinks doggy-style is experimenting?
And more importantly, I’m this girl’s self-defense instructor, and a man she clearly would have no interest in. Maybe this tension I think I’m feeling is all one-sided and festering because it’s been months since I’ve gotten laid.
Yeah, that’s it. I just need some no-strings-attached fucking and this little problem developing with Sydney Matthews in my head will go away with one good orgasm.
As I step back, I catch one quick look at her face and notice the slack in her jaw. I surprised her, probably more than I surprised myself. But there’s nothing more to be done here.
There’s nothing more that can be done.
My feet carry me away while I try to calm my racing heart, pumping full force with anger that I left my resolve slip. I try to brush off the moment and focus on locating the tile, which is only a few aisles away.
As I find the displays and start browsing, I feel Sydney’s presence behind me, but I’m too chicken to say anything. What do you say after you basically tell a girl you could fuck her within an inch of her life and she’d love it.
My eyes are moving across the selection, but my mind isn’t following. It’s still ruminating on the exchange that took place moments ago. Thankfully, Sydney breaks the tension first with a complete subject change.
“So, what is the tile for?” She comes around the back of the shopping cart and starts assessing the different tiles in front of us.
“The floors in my house.”
“Oh, nice. Are you doing it yourself then?” There’s a timidness behind her voice, but I’m choosing to ignore it.
“Yeah.”
“Wow, quite the conversationalist, aren’t you?” She nudges my shoulder, forcing me to acknowledge her. But when my eyes meet hers, there’s an acceptance there that wasn’t before. And I’m not sure what to make of it.
So I clear my throat and offer her more. “I live in the guest house of my sister’s place. Part of the agreement of me staying there was to renovate it in my spare time.”
“What spare time? Between your
