Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 111359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
“Do you think I’m weird? It’s never happened like that before. Not from just an orgasm. Urgh, I mean, not without being at the club . . . I was just on the edge of subspace so it’s not much of a drop. I could deal with it if you let me go.”
“Let you go?” he boomed. “Like fuck. Baby, if you think for one minute that you have to deal with anything on your own, you need to think again. But especially when I’m the cause. You need your butt . . . fuck,” his voice softened suddenly.
She had no idea what had stopped him from threatening to spank her.
“Fuck, sorry.”
She blinked. What was going on with him?
“Um, Raid . . .”
“What do you need from me?” he asked.
“What?”
“I hate that I don’t know this shit. I’ll have to remedy that quickly.”
“You don’t have to do that. I’m fine,” she said quickly.
“Hannah, you just went into sub-drop and I didn’t realize.”
“Yes, but it probably won’t happen again because I don’t intend to play anymore. I’m not a sub.”
“Baby, you’re still a sub. And that happened without us even trying. Whether or not you enter a club again, it could happen again, right?”
Crap.
“You’re mine, Hannah. All of you. Which means I’ve got to know how to take care of you in all ways. I’ll sort this out. It’s not something you need to worry about.”
But it was something else on his plate when it was overflowing.
“I’m sorry I’m such a hassle.” Rats. Now she was feeling the effects of the drop again. She sniffled.
“Don’t you dare,” he grumbled. “I just ate my woman out for the first time in my bed, so don’t you dare cry after.”
“Happy tears?”
“Not even happy tears.”
“I hate to tell you, but even you can’t stop me from crying. When a girl has to cry, a girl has to cry.”
“I don’t like it,” he grumbled.
Exhaustion was hitting her hard. So was guilt. “I ruined it.”
“What?”
“What just happened? I should have been flying high. I should be returning the favor. And instead, I ruined it by acting weird. Who goes into subspace from an orgasm? Although it was a great orgasm. I don’t think that orgasm can ever be beaten.”
“Challenge accepted.”
“What? That wasn’t a challenge.”
“Sure it was.” He lifted her around so she was straddling his lap, facing him.
Darn, he was strong.
“You’re not weird. I like that you had such a strong reaction. Because that means I’m reaching you.”
“Reaching me?”
“I’m getting below the layers, Hannah. I know you put them there to protect yourself. But slowly, we’re getting there. We’ll get the real Hannah back bit by bit.”
“What if she’s changed? What if she’s not entirely like the old-Hannah?”
“Then I’ll like her even more than the old-Hannah.”
But could he love her? Yeah, she wasn’t going to ask that. Now that she’d stopped freaking, she was feeling guilty for doing all the taking.
“You know . . . I’ve been selfish . . . I could . . .” she trailed off as she slid to the floor, kneeling in front of him. She reached up to place her hand on his thigh.
His face filled with heat. “As much as I like that idea, darlin’, that’s not happening right now.”
“Why not? Don’t you . . . don’t you want me to do that?”
Oh God. Now she was humiliated for a different reason. Would it never end?
She stood. But before she could leave, he took hold of her hips and lifted her onto his lap.
“Let me go.”
“Nope.”
“It’s annoying how you keep lifting me around.”
“Baby, every time you say annoying, I know you actually mean pleasing.”
Pleasing? Who said that? And, no, she did not.
Liar.
“You didn’t do this before,” she said.
“Because before, you were scared of my touch. You flinched away from me. Now, you like it.”
Damn him. He had an answer for everything.
“And whatever reason you’re concocting in your head for why I don’t want you to go down on me right now, it’s bullshit, and you need to stop.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I know you. And the reason I don’t want you to do that is because he expected it. He made you dislike it. All he did was take from you. And now you’ve got a man who wants to give.”
Dear Lord.
“How did I get so lucky?” She cupped the side of his face.
“I ask myself that every day since you let me in.”
“I don’t think you’re him, Raid. I know that sometimes I get caught in my head and I panic. But I know you’re not like him. You don’t have to do all the giving.”
“Tough. I’m going to.” He brushed her hair back off her face. “Now, we’re going to lie down and have a nap together. That sound good?”
It sounded about perfect.
36
Raid woke up the following morning on his own.