Dear Sir, I'm Yours by Joely Sue Burkhart Read Free Book Online Page B

against her throat. “Not that way. Not until you’re ready.”
    “I don’t want to be ready. Not if you’re going to control everything I do. Not if I’m going to change to try and make you happy. I can’t go back to that.”
    “Is that how your dickhead of an ex-husband made you feel?”
    Laughter spluttered out of her throat before she could stop it. “Sorry, his name was Richard, and Daddy always called him—”
    “Dick.” Conn nodded, his fingers massaging her shoulder, his breath fanning her face.
    He wasn’t threatening or loud, but tension still hummed in him. “Is that how he made you feel?”
    Richard had made her feel like dog crap just about every single day. Remember how that felt , she told herself, firming her resolve. Never again will I let someone treat me like garbage.
    Not even Conn. “He was into control too.”
    Conn made a low humming murmur, soothing and arousing at the same time, his fingers still dancing lightly on her neck. “I don’t control that way, Rae. Another misunderstanding of youth and innocence between us.”
    “I’m not innocent,” she retorted, jerking her gaze up to his. Trouble. Mistake. He was close enough to kiss, and every muscle in her body sobbed for his mouth. “What do you want, then?”
    He leaned closer, his eyes heavy lidded, his mouth tempting and soft. Surely that was the biggest misunderstanding of all, for a man like him would take whatever he wanted, especially a kiss. “You really have no idea what I want, darlin’. That makes you innocent. When I spanked you, which scared you more? That you let me do it, or that you enjoyed it?”
    “Both.” She shuddered, drowning in the magic of his hands and his smooth, low voice.
    God help her, but what else would she let Conn do? Could she refuse him anything? “What was the question you wanted me to answer today?”
    “Whether you still wanted me or not.”
    Oh. Heat curled inside her. “And do I?”
    He chuckled and drew her tighter against his body. “Oh, yeah. As much as I want you.
    Did you think about it today, Rae?”
    She knew very well what he meant. “ Think about how good I’ll taste. ”
    “Because if I was a controlling, abusive jerk like Dick, then I would have kissed you already and selfishly found out another answer for myself. I would have taken my kiss in your truck. Hell, I would have taken it when I had you trapped beneath me after I dragged you out from under the porch.”
    She shuddered, remembering his weight on top of her, her hands pinned, her body controlled by his. “What answer?”
    “How sweet are you going to taste?” he whispered, his hand still slow and gentle on her throat. “Are you going to moan into my mouth and slide your tongue deep? Or are you going to open up and suck me into your mouth?”
    She wanted a kiss, she did, oh, she did. But how far would he take her? Caught in the burning intensity of his gaze, she felt like a twig tossed and drowned in a raging flooding river.
    He didn’t move. If she wanted a kiss, she was going to have to take it herself. “Can I—”
    “Anything you want.”
    How long had she dreamed of his face, all rugged chasms and angled cheekbones? She traced her fingers over the planes of his face like a blind woman. Lightly, she feathered over his mouth, lips full and soft, hot velvet nibbling gently against her fingers. Scrambling onto her knees on the bench, she turned and cupped his face in both hands, stoking her thumbs on either side of his lips.
    His hands left her, one hand gripping the wooden railing, the other fisted on his thigh.
    Unsure and a little afraid, she hesitated. Didn’t he trust himself? Was he afraid of what he’d do if he was touching her while she kissed him?
    The wood creaked beneath his hand and his entire body flexed against her. There was such power in his big body.
    “Daddy always told me that I’d know the woman I was meant to love by how hard I had to work to control myself when I was with her.