Page 95 of Objection
“If you truly mean that, Soren. Then you have to earn it. You have to keep earning it each and every day, just like I will continue to earn your love and respect and your Dominance for that matter. We will both have to work at this. We will both have to learn to listen and how to work together and —”
“Yes. A resounding, unequivocal yes. I want this with you, and I will do anything to make it happen and keep it going. I will cherish and protect it and —”
This time she cut me off, leaning in to kiss my lips, shocking me. It was still something I was getting used to, having a woman kiss me. I was used to being in control. But this moment wasn’t about control.
No, this moment was about me, Soren, loving her, Posey. Just as we were. Nothing more, and nothing less.
My hands threaded in her hair, pulling her closer to me and deepening the kiss. I took caution, knowing her injuries were still so fresh, but I couldn’t deny myself the taste of her any longer. I wanted to get drunk on her taste, revel in her beauty, and fall helplessly, head over heels for this woman’s soul.
“Come to bed,” I whispered, placing tiny, soft kisses against her lips as our foreheads touched.
“Your bed or mine?” she asked with a smile I could feel against my own lips.
“Ours.”
28
Posey
Why was I so nervous?Soren and I had slept together before. We had even done so in his room, in his bed. So why did I feel like the butterflies in my stomach were simply going to carry me off and out of this moment. Perhaps it was because of the giant truth bomb he had just laid on me. Well, technically he didn’t tell me, he told Sam, but I was listening, so it didn’t matter.
Hearing Soren speak of Laurel, of what they had gone through, was humbling. The fact that he was carrying around that kind of guilt, that kind of weight and burden, nearly broke my heart. This man, who I thought was just a stubborn asshole unwilling to consider romance as an option, had gone through a trauma so deep that it was miraculous he had done as well as he had over the years. That kind of guilt could consume a person. I suppose, in a way, it had consumed him.
But here we were, standing together in his room, and he was ready to take that step. With me. Not Sam, me.
He turned to me, taking both of my hands in his, looking nervous and completely unsure of himself. I never thought I would see the day that Soren Wellington looked as such.
“Hey, we don’t have to do anything. If it’s too fast, or too soon, or anything else, you —”
“No, Posey,” he interrupted, his hands gripping my upper arms. “That’s just it. I do want this. I want this more than I feel comfortable admitting, but it’s hard.”
“So do I, Soren. I’m scared too. I’m so new to kink, and it’s everything I want, everything I never knew that I wanted, but I also feel so… so…”
“Trepidatious?” he tried, the corner of his mouth turning up in a smirk.
“Yes. Exactly that. I’m nervous and trepidatious. But, regardless of those emotions, you need to know something. I’m not going anywhere, Soren,” I promised him, smiling up at him.
“But you did.” His brow furrowed; the worry etched across his face.
“Yes, I did. But I only left for two hours,” I laughed, smiling up at him.
“Wait, wait, you came back, came back? Like for good?” he asked with such hope it made my heart melt.
“Well, kind of. I wasn’t sure at first. I came back because we have an agreement. And no matter what happened here over the last few days, no matter what’s going on between us or how unsure I feel, I promised to always be upfront and honest with you. It felt wrong to leave like that and not talk to you first. Really talk, I mean,” I answered honestly.
“Christ, you are something else, Posey Adams,” he said with a smile, pulling me in for a kiss. His lips met mine, and all thought and reason melted away. All that mattered was here and now.
He lifted me into his arms, laying me against his bed — no, our bed — gently. He kneeled beside me, that same sheepish look crossing his face.
“I… I’m so used to being a Dominant. I’m not sure how to do this and not just take charge,” he admitted with a humorless laugh.
“We’ll figure it out together then.” I sat up on my knees beside him, tugging at the hem of his shirt until it pulled up and over his head. We kissed again, beginning to tug and pull at each other’s clothing. It was awkward and disjointed, making us both giggle with nervousness like we were teenagers having sex for the first time instead of grown adults who had been sleeping together and playing with one another for months.
The change in the man I had known over these past months and the man before me was immeasurable. The man before me was not stubbornand dominating, giving commands with a confidence most men would kill for. The man before me was honest and vulnerable, almost shy, and it was completely endearing. So much so that as soon as he had rid himself of his pants and kneeled before me again, I pulled him in to another deep and passionate kiss. One I poured all of my love and every emotion into.
He laid me back against the bedding again, hovering over me without breaking the kiss. Our hands moved over one another, rediscovering places that we had only learned in the context of kink. This was a new lesson in each other. And one I was anxious to explore for myself.
“Do you know how incredible you are?” he whispered against my neck, making me shiver.
