Initiation (Master Class, #1) - Sierra Cartwright Page 0,28
his.
“I guess we’re staying,” he said long minutes later.
She became aware of the scratchy denim on the tawse marks and also the strength of his arms. If this was his world, she liked being part of it.
He fetched a blanket from the bedroom and covered her with it.
They turned on the television to watch classic movies, but he kept the volume low enough that they could talk.
A few hours later, he straightened the area then poured her a glass of white wine while he warmed up the ingredients for lunch.
She scooted around so she could watch him work, and since her body was naked and a little fatigued, she felt no guilt in letting him wait on her. “How does a private eye become so adept in the kitchen?”
“I don’t know about that,” he said, as he removed lids from the sour cream and guacamole. “I’m great with reheating and putting takeout on plates. I’m more interested in consuming enough calories than the way they taste.”
“Seriously? I enjoy cooking.”
“Don’t misunderstand.” He met her gaze. “I like eating excellent home-cooked meals.”
“It wasn’t an invitation.”
“Damn.”
She grinned.
“But in the military, I learned to eat when I could. And now, on surveillance, sometimes food is the only thing that keeps me awake and focused.”
“Do you do it a lot? Surveillance, I mean.”
He turned away to stir the peppers, onions and chicken. “More than I want.”
“What are you looking for, cheating spouses?”
Logan looked over his shoulder at her. “Not once.”
“So what do you do?”
“I generally don’t talk about it.”
“I’m curious about the guy who spanked my ass and fucked me until I almost passed out.”
“Me?” he asked, turning back to her.
She grabbed a pillow and tossed it at him.
Effortlessly, he captured it and set it on a counter.
Realizing he was almost finished, she stood.
“Going somewhere?”
“Uhm, to put on some clothes.”
“Was there a part of I want you naked that you didn’t understand?”
Heat bloomed in her face. “But—”
“The BDSM thing isn’t pretend for me,” he said. “Unless you’d like to forgo it for the rest of the weekend?”
It’s a boundary during a scene, helps separate the civilized world from mine.
“This isn’t a scene.” She blinked. “Unless I’m confused? I thought unless…”
“Go on.”
“Unless you were flogging me or we were having sex…” Her entire body felt as if it were filled by pinpricks. “Well, that we were just friends.”
“I don’t have a lot of interest in being just friends, Jennifer.”
“Then…what?”
“We’re in one big long scene.”
“We can’t be friends?”
“I want to be more than friends.”
She looked at him over the rim of the wineglass. “I’m not sure I understand.”
“I like you, Jennifer. We’re compatible. At least the way you screamed my name and came all over my hand seems to indicate you enjoy sex with me. And maybe I’m premature, but I’m guessing you may want to do it again.”
“Friends with benefits?” Her voice oozed the sarcasm that churned in her.
“Don’t be crass.”
“Me? Isn’t that your suggestion?” she demanded. “That we meet up again later to fuck?”
“With us being exclusive to each other.”
“And me being naked.”
“Yes. And exposed to me. For me. I want to explore this with you, Jennifer. See where it goes. Don’t diminish what we have.” His eyes were dark, and lines of annoyance were etched around them. “I told you, I will take whatever you’re willing to give.”
All of a sudden, she realized she’d offended him without meaning to. How the hell they had gone from chatting to this, she had no idea.
“Let go of the blanket, sub.”
His tone was melded from steel. And she knew this was much more than a battle of wills. Did she want to see him again? Agree to his demands? All she knew was that the sex had turned her on. The flogging, his supple, unyielding belt, the dastardly tawse…she’d liked them all. Even though she’d only had a short time with him, she wanted to see him again. The future of missionary-only sex now seemed unacceptable.
She dropped the blanket.
“Glad that’s settled.” He gave her a curt nod then turned back to the stove.
Damnable, infuriating woman. Sub.
Logan allowed his gaze to linger on her feminine shape. He couldn’t get enough of her. The more he scened with her, the more he wanted. He was consumed with ideas of what he wanted to do to her, for her.
He wondered what the hell had happened since he’d first noticed her almost a month ago. Gorgeous, curious, challenging… Jennifer appealed to his base nature. Add in her responsiveness and he was