Page 22 of His to Cherish
“Tonight was emotional and overwhelming. We both had a lot of sexual tension to get out of our system.” She winces and I immediately know it was the wrong thing to say. I grab her hands before she can pull away. “What we did barely took the edge off,” I tell her firmly. “As amazing as it was, I know I’ll never be satisfied, Lilly. Not with you.”
She gives me that shy smile again and my very soul lights up. “But I don’t want you making any permanent decisions based on sexual tension, okay? I don’t want to overwhelm you, and if I come inside, that’s exactly what will happen. You need some space from me so you can really think.” I squeeze her hands. “Okay?”
She looks like she wants to argue some more, but then a massive yawn rocks her body. I chuckle, reaching down to unbuckle her seat belt. “In you go.”
She gives me such a sweet little pout I nearly rethink my entire plan to give her space. “You keep that up and you’ll get a spanking,” I growl, gently pinching her pouting lower lip.
I watch the struggle in her eyes. There’s a part of her that wants to tell me she wouldn’t mind a spanking—I can see it in the flash of desire in her gaze. But I think she’s feeling shy now, away from the club. It’s one thing to get caught up in the atmosphere of a place like that, another thing entirely to say the same words sitting in your best friend’s car in your driveway.
And that’s exactly why I’m not staying with her tonight. She needs that time away from me, away from the club, to figure out what she really wants. It’s possible everything that happenedtonight was the heat of the moment. My soul loudly protests that idea, but I have to give Lilly time to come to the decision on her own.
Because I don’t just want a night with her. I want the whole damn thing. I want her tonight and tomorrow and next week and next year. I want her forever. And the only way I’m going to get forever is if she’s sure.
LILLY
Ifeel like I’m going out of my mind. All of my normal Saturday afternoon activities have been abandoned. The household chores I normally like to get out of the way before Sunday remain untouched today. I haven’t checked any of the basketball scores or picked up the book I’m reading. Instead, I’ve been pacing around my house and the postage stamp sized back yard ever since I woke up this morning and my brain is still spinning, going over and over everything that happened last night.
I hadn’t been expecting to sleep. I figured I’d be up all night reliving the evening’s revelations. To my surprise, I was asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow. I guess that’s what a good orgasm will do to you.
I bring a throw pillow up to my face and let out a cry of frustration. Good doesn’t begin to cover the orgasm I had last night. My nerve endings are still on high alert from it—I swear, I shiver every time I remember the sound of Oliver’s voice last night as he brought me to the brink.
Not Oliver,a little voice in my head whispers.Daddy.
I groan, tossing the pillow aside.
For the first time, I’m starting to regret the fact that I don’t have a very close girlfriend. I have friends, of course. People from work. College classmates I keep in touch with. They’re the kind of friends that I can go shopping with, or hang out in a group in a bar. The kind of friends who would invite me to their wedding—but never ask me to be a bridesmaid. And they’re definitely not the kind of friends I would discuss my experiences at a freaking sex club with.
I just don’t have a female best friend. I haven’t needed one—Oliver filled the best friend role more than adequately. He was always the person I knew I could count on, the person I could confide anything to.
Anything except for the fact that I’ve been completely head over heels for him for years.
And he felt the same way,a giddy little voice in my head squeals. Oliver is actually attracted to me. More than attracted. And if I’m to believe half the things he said last night, he has been for a long time.
Every time I think of that, I want to jump around like a crazy person. Oliverlikesme. The hottest, most caring, most amazing man I know likes me. Even though I’m nothing like the tall thin model types he usually dates. He’s attracted to me. And last night he made me come harder than I ever have in my life. It’s unbelievable.
He also showed me around a sex club and told me that he wanted to be my Daddy.
I groan, plopping down onto the couch. This has been the direction of my thoughts all day. Sheer giddy excitement followed by the overwhelming reality of everything else that happened.
My best friend is a kinky, kinky man. He likes things that I never gave any thought to. The BDSM stuff would have beenshocking enough on its own. But the rest? Never in my life did I imagine I’d be saying those dirty things in a sexual context.
But I can’t deny the fact that I liked it. A lot. I liked saying every filthy word Oliver drew from me last night. The words he gave me back made me wetter than I’ve ever been. There was something about Oliver calling me a good girl that made me want to burst into flames. Even remembering it right now has my heart rate picking up, my skin feeling distinctly hotter.
Is it just Oliver? Is he the reason this all seems so deliciously dirty and exciting to me? The fact that I’ve wanted him for so long? Sexual tension, he had called it. Would I feel the same way if he ever took me back to that room in the club? Or would I be over it now that I had him out of my system?
A laugh rises up in me at the thought. As if I could ever have Oliver out of my system.
Then I realize I’m sitting alone in my living room laughing like a crazy person and I jump up from the couch. I’ve had enough of this, all the wondering and questions. I appreciate what Oliver was trying to do, giving me space to think and be sure, but this isn’t working. I grab my cell from the table and press his contact—the first on my list of favorites.
“Hey,” he says, picking up almost immediately. His low, raspy voice sends goosebumps up and down my arms. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to hear that voice again without remembering it whispering dirty things in my ear. “Is everything okay?”
“No,” I say, my frustration rising. “It’s not okay.”
“What’s wrong?” he asks, immediately on alert. “What happened?”
“What happened is I’m going out of my mind,” I snap. “I get why you thought I should have space but?—”
“Lilly,” he cuts in, chuckling softly. “Look out your front window.”
