Offside by Bianca Sommerland Read Free Book Online

as a woman. She’d be missing out on that with Zach.
    He did mention a date.
    Great. Maybe they could go shopping together. Or see some chick flick. It would be just like hanging out with a woman. He could be her new best friend.
    And what’s wrong with that? You don’t have many friends.
    “I will tell you, pet.” Zach took hold of the bottom of his T-shirt, then pulled it over his head. “When I’m ready.”
    Her mouth went dry. He was . . . damn . A pure work of art in muscle and ink. She drank him in like gulps of fresh, spring water after a long hike. The tattoo covering most of his right arm caught her attention, and she found herself drawn in to the intricate details. A weeping angel perched on a tombstone, beneath a tree with limbs that seemed barren at first, but looking closer, held tiny pale green buds. The dead grass among the graves gave way to fresh patches. New life amidst death.
    She reached out to touch it, then pulled her hand back. One did not simply touch a Dom. Not without permission.
    “Go ahead, little doe. As long as your hands are free, you may touch me whenever you’d like.” The edges of Zach’s lips twitched when she hesitated. “Not something you hear often?”
    “Not really. Usually a Dom’s all about touching me. Getting me naked as soon as I’ve agreed to scene with them” Her cheeks heated. She lowered her hand to her sides, fiddling with the hem of her dress. “Not that I’m complaining.”
    I need you to touch me. But only if you want to.
    “You make me wonder how many ‘real’ Doms you’ve been with, sweetheart.” He tossed his shirt aside and placed his hands on the table by her hips. “They sound rather selfish.”
    She shook her head. “Not at all. They gave me what I needed at the time.”
    His head tilted to one side. “So you never needed to touch them?”
    An ache settled between her eyes. She wasn’t sure what to say to that. Yeah, sometimes she wanted to touch them, but once they shackled her wrists, she didn’t really think about it. It was all about the scene they orchestrated. And in pleasing them, most of her needs were met.
    He took her hand and pressed it to the center of his chest. His skin was smooth, cool, like velvet molded over flowing steel. His pecs tensed slightly as she explored the fine, dark curls covering his chest. He rested his hand on her shoulder as she continued touching him, massaging lightly as she trailed her fingertips over the tattoo on his arm, then grazed them up his neck and along his jaw. Freshly-shaven, nothing hiding the sharp angles of his face. The rich, warm scent of cologne with dark, earthy tones, drifted in the air, so alluring she had to fight not to press her face against his throat to breathe it in. She smiled as she felt the small cleft in his chin.
    Sweet mother, he’s gorgeous.
    “Go ahead. Say it.” Zach tugged her hair, light creases forming around his eyes as she looked up, the only evidence she could see to prove he was actually a couple of years older than she was. He was the type of man who only improved with age.
    “Say what?” She ran her thumb over his bottom lip, soft and silky and warm in contrast to the rest of him.
    He kissed her thumb. “It’s a shame.”
    “Why? Do you hear that a lot?”
    “Yes. All the bunnies are in mourning since I ‘came out.’”
    “I believe it.” She laughed. “Actually, I was thinking you’re one of the most handsome men I’ve ever met, but it’s probably a bad idea to say so. Your ego doesn’t need any more stroking.”
    He grinned, gathering her hair in one hand, using it as a handle to tip her head back. “I have a feeling that mouth of yours has gotten you into a lot of trouble.”
    She made a face. “Umm . . . not really. Not at the clubs anyway. I don’t usually—I’m sorry.”
    “For what? If I didn’t want you to talk, I’d gag you.” He leaned closer. “Or find another way to keep you quiet.”
    His hand framed her jaw as he