Page 22 of My Wild Mountain Man

“I get it.” I might have smiled, but we both knew it was fake. “I hate to rush you out, but I still have to finish cleaning up here, and it’s getting kinda of late.”

“I’ll help––“

“You don’t need to, but thanks.” There was no missing the way I was dismissing him.

“Baby––“

“We should really think about Friday,” I said out loud, hating the words, but my head was mixed up. If I wasn’t what he wanted, and he knew it, what was the point? “I think you should rethink this. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t––“

“Jesus, Raven, what’s in your head right now?” His question ticked me off.

“You don’t want me!” I slightly shouted from frustration.

“Baby––“

“You already think we’re not sexually compatible, so what’s––“

“Fuck.” He pulled me up against him and pressed his forehead against mine. “We’re so fucking compatible we could be explosive,” he rasped, his voice full of emotion.

“Bash––“

“I fucking want you more than you can imagine. When I say I know what I want, what I like, it just means my tastes veer towards… something darker. Wilder.”

“Bash––“ My lips parted.

“I want to make love to you on a bed of roses and then turn to have you crawl to me and kneel in front of me, handing me your full submission for me to play with you until your voice is hoarse from begging me to let you come.” A deep-rooted quiver washed through me, turning the blood in my veins even warmer. But that’s when my eyes narrowed.

“I might be a virgin, Sebastian Ledesma, but I’m not some blushing little girl.”

“Raven––“

“I know all about BDSM, and most of it’s about communication. That’s’ what safe words are for! What is it you think? That you’re going to what? Corrupt me? Corrupt your best friend’s little sister? Is that what you’re having a hard time with?”

“Baby––“

“Then you missed the whole concept about your tastes. We talk about it. We have a safe word––“ He groaned and pulled me closer.

“Shit! This is what I’m talking about. I already corrupted you, pretty girl. What do you know about safe words?”

“I read. A lot.” I might have been blushing, but I didn’t look away from him. I stood my ground. “I want this. I want you. I want to explore and learn but…” I paused to get my words right. “I need you to be sure you want me the same way.”

“Pretty girl, giving me your first time,” he rasped. “That’s a big deal.”

“I know that,” I whispered. “Would you rather I give it to someone else? Walk into a random bar and hand it over to a complete stranger? Would that make you feel better?”

“Fuck, no.”

“Then what?” I asked, but Bash didn’t say a word. He just stood there and stared at me until I rolled my eyes. “That’s what I thought,” I muttered, stepping away from his hold. I shivered as the AC kicked in, the vent right above me. “You think about what you want.”

“You should, too.” His words almost sounded like a warning, and I rolled my eyes.

“I already know I want you.”

“Raven, you don’t get what you’re signing up for if you come over Friday.”

“Maybe not completely, but I’m willing to explore. Learn.”

“Baby––“

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