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I really would do anything to bite that lip.
She takes four large steps back, and her eyes sparkle with desire as she says, “Crawl.”
Chapter 15
How Bad Do You Want Me?
Dakota
Holy fucking shit, I have lost my mind. My entire brain has evaporated into the moonlight. It’s all air up here because I seriously just told Calder Fletcher to crawl to me.
Who the hell am I?
I have no idea. That’s the point of this. A sexual awakening. A journey of self-discovery. A guess-and-check experiment where I try something out and see what the end results are... like a science project.
Calder’s eyes twinkle with wickedness, showing no signs of defiance or humor. I half expect him to make fun of me for this, but he doesn’t. He’s doing it. This cocky bastard is doing what I asked him.
My head wars with what my body is telling me I want, and a wave of heat spreads through me as he takes his giant six foot three body and lowers it down to the floor. His linen shirt tightens around his sculpted shoulders as he presses his palms to the tile and slowly slides a hand forward on the floor, never taking his eyes off me.
I shuffle my feet as nerves rock through me. Watching him slide his other hand forward. He’s taking his time, perhaps giving me the opportunity to stop this if I want to.
But I don’t think I do.
This crawling request started as a test to make sure Calder wasn’t fucking with me because I still don’t fully trust him. I’m not sure I can trust any man ever again. But if Calder wasn’t serious about this, there would be no way in hell he’d be down on his hands and knees right now. His ego wouldn’t allow it. Right? And then I recall what he said about me the other night.
You said Randal told you that you used to be an eight but now you’re a six. You’re neither of those numbers. You’re a ten.
He didn’t have to say that to me. No one forced him into it, and Calder doesn’t pass out compliments for free. Which means... Calder Fletcher thinks I’m sexy.
Maybe it’s time I let myself believe it.
As I watch him, I realize there is something incredibly erotic about a tall, rugged, bearded, muscular man crawling to his woman. I may have been the one to ask him to crawl, but I feel like the prey as he makes his way closer, and that scares the shit out of me in the most exciting way possible.
Clenching my dress, I take a deep breath, trying to calm my rapid heart that’s fixing to burst out of my chest as he sits back on his heels in front of me, waiting for what I will ask him to do next.
I have no idea, honestly! I didn’t think we’d get this far. I meant what I said... I could never be a Domme. I don’t want control. I want freedom and surprises and possibility. And I want to feel alive again and not view sex as an obligation.
We stare at each other for several long seconds, and I fight the urge to break the spell and push him away. I search his expression for a tell that this is all a joke to him, that he doesn’t want me, isn’t attracted to me. Something.
“What next?” he asks, and I watch his Adam’s apple slide down his thick neck as he appears out of breath. He’s enjoying this. The arousal in his body is palpable, and I want to reach out and touch it.
I shake my head in disbelief. “You’re crazy.”
“I’m not crazy for wanting to fuck you,” he replies without a glimmer of humor in his eyes.
Liquid heat pools between my legs, and my voice is trembly when I ask, “Are we really doing this?”
“That’s up to you.”
Feeling unsteady, I drop down onto my knees in front of him, needing to be level for my next request. The crawling was hot andall, but I’m having trouble understanding where reality and fantasy exist here. My eyes sweep over his face before zeroing in on his lips.
They are good lips.
“Maybe we should kiss first. Make sure we have a connection? Or is that weird? Too intimate? Should this be like aPretty Womanhookup where we don’t touch lips?” I snap my mouth shut. I’m rambling. Super hot, Dakota.
Calder’s eyes drop to my mouth, and he pulls his lower lip in, chewing it hungrily before replying, “I’ll kiss you anywhere you want.”
His words create an instant throb in my core. Well, shit... maybe I shouldn’t have started with the lips. I shake those dirty thoughts out of my head. Lips are good. Let’s make sure we can actually kiss before I get naked with the man who I was literally calling an asshole this morning.
