Page 72 of Faith

She sighed, and her shoulders slumped. “You didn’t hurt me. I’m made of strong stock, as my father likes to say.”

“You are probably the strongest woman I know. It’s not that. I seemed to have touched a nerve and I didn’t mean to.”

She still wouldn’t look at him, so he tugged her closer and slipped his arms around her. And there it was. That feeling of completeness. He knew that first night it was different, and each night the connection had grown stronger.

“I didn’t mean anything by it. No, that’s wrong,” he said. She lifted her head and smacked him in the chin.

“What do you mean?”

“I panicked. The idea that they could steal you away with a job or a baby left me somewhat out of sorts.”

She studied him, her expression guarded. “You panicked? Bollocks.”

He smiled at her wordage. “True story. I know that you want a family someday.”

“It wasn’t something I was thinking about until lately.”

Was it because of their relationship or because Serenity was pregnant? He hoped it had more to do with them, but he wasn’t confident enough to ask her, not yet.

He bent his head and brushed his mouth over hers. Just that little touch spurred the already insatiable hunger he had for her. He didn’t think it would ever change. At one time, he would have freaked out over the obsession he had for her.

Slipping his hands up her body, he cupped her face, deepening the kiss. Her tongue tangled against his, sending another electric shock of need buzzing through his body. He wanted her. That was nothing new. But he was damned close to stripping her down and taking her. Seeing that they were in the backyard and there were tons of tourists and locals out, that was probably a bad idea.

He forced himself to end the kiss, then stepped back, grabbing her hand and leading her to the stairs. He had never, in fact, had a regular submissive. There were friends he played with, but he’d never wanted one woman night after night. This was their fourth night together, and Jensen didn’t think he would ever get enough of her.

He led her to his room. He wanted to call it their room, but even in his mind, he worried what she would think. She had slept with him ever since that first night together.

After entering the room, he let go of her hand and headed to the overstuffed chair sitting in the corner. He settled into it and watched her. There were subs who would play the part. They tended to like to please a Dom right off. Nicola was not one of those, and he thanked his maker for that small favor. She loved to be Dominated, definitely, but she made a Dom earn it. Or at least that is the way she was with him.

“Come over here, Nicola,” he said.

She stepped over to him but not close enough. He motioned with his finger to get closer. Frowning, she did so.

“Now, love, it’s time for you to strip.”

She hesitated, but finally lifted her hands. Carefully, she pushed her hair over one shoulder, then she turned.

“I need help with the zipper.”

Jensen hesitated, knowing that any touching by him and he might just lose his control. After a long moment, he finally shifted to the edge of the chair and undid her zipper. He didn’t hurry, instead he took his time, allowing his fingers to tease her flesh. The pink fabric gave way to reveal a pink bra and yet another thong. The woman had a penchant for naughty lingerie, especially thongs.

When he finally had the dress unzipped, she let it fall to the floor at her feet. But, Nicola knew just how to get to him. She stepped out of the dress, then bent over, giving him a wonderful view of her world-class ass. He knew she still worked out, and she skated whenever she got the chance and it showed.

He leaned back in the chair just as she peeked back at him. The woman was a minx and truly the wickedest sub he had ever had.

He raised his eyebrows and waited for her to straighten. She sniffed, apparently not getting the reaction she wanted. His cock throbbed, but there was no way he was going to let her know about that. Instead, he kept his gaze steady.

“You’ll pay for that later.”

“You didn’t say how to take off my clothes, Sir.”

He couldn’t fight the spiraling of heat that shot through his blood. Jensen got a thrill every time she used the word Sir when they were playing. It was the dichotomy of the woman he knew during the day, and the one he was getting to know at night in his bed.

“True, but from now on, know that I’m not going to put up with that.”

She frowned, and it turned him on even more. He was sick. Everything she did seemed to give him a hard-on. Reaching behind her, she was about to undo her bra, when he stopped her.

“No, not yet. Come here.”

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