Roping the Wind by Kate Pearce Read Free Book Online Page B

being honest about your fantasies isn’t easy sometimes, is it?’ He gripped her hand, his thumb stroking over her knuckles. ‘Some of the things I’d like to do to you are strictly not PC, but that doesn’t stop me fantasizing about them. And if I dare to share them with you, I risk giving offense or grossing you out.’
    ‘What kind of things would you like to do to me?’ Helen cursed her inner slut, who seemed to have taken control of her mouth.
    He groaned. ‘That’s not a fair question. We’re about to eat.’
    She fluttered her eyelashes at him. ‘You were the one insisting on honesty.’
    ‘Tell me what you were going to say before we were interrupted and I’ll be as honest as you like.’
    Helen paused as their server arrived and took their order. Could she explain her tangled feelings? Was there any chance he might understand?
    ‘I’m confused.’
    ‘About what?’
    ‘About all this.’ Helen stared at their clasped hands. ‘I wanted something different in my life but I’m not sure if I can handle how you make me feel.’
    ‘How do I make you feel?’
    She took a deep breath. ‘Out of control.’ She winced as his fingers tightened over hers.
    ‘And being in control is very important to you, isn’t it?’
    ‘Yes,’ she whispered.
    He smiled and dropped his hand onto her thigh, which was covered by the thick tablecloth. ‘How about I give you no choice? How about I take control and you can’t do a damn thing about it?’
    His fingers worked at the zipper of her pants. She shuddered as he cupped her mound. ‘I’m going to keep my hand right here while we eat and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.’
    Helen bit down on her lip and glanced around the restaurant. It was fairly quiet in their area and the lighting was dim. Would anyone notice that her dinner date had his hand stuck down her pants? And what if they did?
    She jumped as the waiter returned with their appetizers. He didn’t seem to notice how close Jay was sitting to her or that anything was amiss.
    ‘Helen, eat.’
    She instantly picked up her fork. Jay seemed to be managing his crab cakes just fine with one hand. She wanted to squirm against the heavy possessive weight of his palm against her heated wet flesh. He flexed his strong callused fingers. Fingers that were used to wrestling with a bucking bull or mastering a green horse.
    ‘I like the feel of my hand between your legs. If it was up to me, I’d always have it there, just to show that you belonged to me.’
    ‘Is that one of the non-PC thoughts you were referring to? Twenty-first century women don’t belong to anyone.’
    ‘Yeah, that’s one of them, all right. If it were up to me, you’d be permanently naked and available to me twenty-four seven.’ He shifted closer until his thigh touched hers. ‘Of course, you might get a bit cold.’
    ‘Wow, you are so thoughtful for a man with domination fantasies. Maybe you’d let me wear a thong bikini occasionally.’
    He gave her a considering look. ‘Nope, too many strings to get in the way. I’d just fuck you a lot. That would keep you warm, or even better, I’d keep you sitting on my cock.’
    Helen found she couldn’t eat another bite as she imagined being naked and available for this man, just waiting for him to fill her with his cock.
    Jay groaned and adjusted his fingers in her slippery wetness. ‘You see, your body is honest even if you can’t be. Your pussy would love to be fucked like that.’
    Helen stood up so suddenly her chair almost fell over. ‘I’ve got to go to the bathroom.’
    Jay only just managed to rip his hand out of her pants before she was moving away from him. Holding her purse in front of her, she made her way as quickly as possible to the restroom.
    She almost didn’t recognize herself in the mirror of the luxurious bathroom. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide with desire. Helen stumbled into the largest cubicle and collapsed onto the toilet seat. She rested her elbows on