to learn patience before he let her have an orgasm.
On her front step at six sharp, he rang the
bell and waited. When the door opened, he calmed his breath and
gave her a long look. A vision of soft, curvy woman washed over him
and he pushed it back into his long term memory before he spoke. He
gathered his control and stepped into her home.
“ Did you look out the
peephole?”
“ Of course.”
“ What did you
see?”
She cocked her hip and put a hand on it. He
was getting to her. “A man wearing dark sunglasses.” Before he
could reprimand her, she put up a hand and continued. “I also
looked out the window and saw your truck.”
Dena turned and headed for the little table
where her purse sat, her voice floating back to him with an
irritated tone. “I have three brothers. I know what to do. I’m not
an idiot.”
Then she screamed.
With good reason.
He’d moved fast when she turned away, coming
up behind her and wrapping his arms around her body. One hand
pressed into her belly and held her tight to his torso while the
other moved to cover her mouth. Steve insinuated one foot between
her feet and pushed them farther apart, throwing her off
balance.
“ What should you do now?” he
whispered in her ear. “Show me what you know.”
She struggled, twisting against his body
until the ache in his dick threatened to take over the game, but he
held back. She tried to kick at his legs but a shift of his body
changed the pressure of her feet to the floor and she couldn’t
manage the difference.
She growled, frustration getting the better
of her.
“ Think, Dena.”
Her hands wrapped around the arm he had
across her body, tugging at his hold and curling her nails into his
skin, but not enough to break the skin.
“ Close, but not enough,
doll.” He let a laugh slip free, since he was enjoying the game,
and she stopped all motion. Anger called, and she followed for a
minute, her body tightening. She was thinking. Good girl. With a
deep breath, her entire body went limp in his arms.
The sudden change in her body weight forced
him to realign his position.
A sharp elbow came out of nowhere and got him
right in the gut, a perfect shot. She spun away as he released her,
breathing hard and staring at him like he was the devil
incarnate.
Steve rubbed at his gut and grinned. “Nicely
played. Perfect. How do you feel?”
She stared daggers at him for a minute. “Was
this a test?”
“ Yes. I don’t want you to
feel threatened at work or anywhere you might be, and I’d like to
help you with some self-defense techniques. I wanted to see what
you’re capable of.”
“ And?”
“ You used your brain instead
of trying to fight me off.” He lifted his arm and inspected the
skin while she watched. “You must be willing to draw blood to get
away.”
“ I didn’t want to hurt
you.”
He stepped into her personal space and cupped
her face. “I know, doll. But if anyone else does that to you, go
for blood. If you have the chance, grab the family jewels and
twist. Anything to get free.” With every word, he moved closer,
until his mouth hovered right over hers. “Remember.”
“ Okay.”
“ Ready for
dinner?”
She hummed a bit, waiting, he knew, for the
kiss she expected. Not yet.
He reached to the side and snagged her purse
from the table, handing it to her. “Don’t forget your keys.”
Her lips formed a little pout but she
followed directions. On the front stoop, he watched her turn the
key before he touched her again. He took the keys from her hand,
dropped them into his pocket, and settled his palm on her nape. The
feel of her hair flowing across the back of his hand enticed, but
he kept to the rules for the night.
Once moving, he pulled an envelope off the
dash and handed it to her. “This my most recent medical report.
If—” But he meant when. “—we’re intimate, I want you to feel secure
in my health. I’d like to see your test results, too.”
She stumbled with a reply, caught
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