Deep Surrendering (Episode Three) by Chelsea M. Cameron Read Free Book Online

he nodded.
    “Were you scared?”
    He bobbed his head once.
    “Yes.”
    I walked around the couch and motioned for him to move his feet so I could sit down. I was definitely going to be late now, but this was more important at the moment.
    “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I didn’t look. I was too pissed at you in the moment, and I knew if I looked down I’d lose my anger and let you fuck me again. And again.” All day. I would have let him fuck me all day in that shower until we’d used all the water in Boston.
    “You didn’t look?” He seemed surprised.
    “No, I didn’t. I was also afraid you’d spank me for looking. Not that I wouldn’t have enjoyed that.” In the moment, a little spanking never hurt anyone.
    He peered at me through his eyelashes. “You enjoy it?”
    This time I nodded, my face flaming.
    “I told you, I don’t do anything with you that I don’t want to. Except for that one time when you screwed me without protection. I didn’t like that so much.” Fortunately, I was on the pill and recently had a pap smear and everything was clean.
    “I’m very sorry about that. I should have asked you, and I should have known that it wouldn’t be okay. I don’t know what came over me.” He set his book aside and crossed his arms over his chest. His hair was still damp and curled on his forehead.
    “Oh, I’ll tell you what came over me. The same thing that didn’t throw you out of the shower when you came up behind me. Lust. You want me, I want you. It’s an age-old cycle and we’re not the first people to go through it.” And we wouldn’t be the last.
    “I do want you. So much that I want to bend you over the couch again. And then push you up against the bookshelves. And then take you on the floor. Maybe in the kitchen. I want to fuck you on every surface of this apartment, and it’s a very large apartment. But I don’t just want to fuck you. I want to…” He seemed at a loss for words.
    “I want you to call my name when you come. I want to see the look in your eyes when I give you pleasure. I want to lay with you afterwards and talk. I want to open you up and crawl inside you and live in you skin. I want to be a part of you.”
    Now I was at a loss for words.
    “But I also want to tie you up. And hear you beg me to take you. And do a lot of things that I don’t want to tell you about. I want to own you.”
    My skin flashed hot and cold and back again. I wanted those things. All of them. He wouldn’t tell me what else he wanted to do with me, but I didn’t care. I wanted it. Wanted him. All of him.
    “I don’t know what to say.”
    “You don’t have to say anything. I didn’t give you a secret before I took you in the shower, so this is it. My secret is that I want everything with you. Fucking and making love.”
    I’d always hated the term “making love.” It seemed like the kind of thing that belonged in cheesy movies and not in real life.
    But when he said it? Yeah, I was okay with that. More than okay.
    “I really need to get to class,” I said. “I’m sorry. That’s a weird note to end on. I wish I could stay and we could talk longer. And don’t you have to get to work?”
    He got up and set his book back on the top of the pile, which had shrunk since last night.
    “I called and cancelled my meeting this morning, so I don’t have to go in for a few hours. Carl can drive you, if you’d like.”
    That would save me having to pay for a cab and walk to campus. Maybe I could even convince him to stop somewhere so I could get breakfast.
    “If it’s not too much trouble, that would be great. Thank you.” I got up and we stood with about a foot of space between us. He had the look of someone who really wanted to say something but didn’t know if he should or not.
    “I’ll miss you. And are we on for tonight? Shit, I can’t tonight. I have a candle party I have to host. But I can probably get out of there around eight?” Curse that candle party. I had