Brazen and Breathless (Untouchable #6) - Heather Long Page 0,66

strong for her, then it started with me. And the day I made that call, it hadn’t gotten easier, but I had a roadmap and I’d fucking stuck to it at home, at school, in the studio, and with the guys. Frankie first had been our unofficial and sometimes our official motto for so long, it fit me like a glove.

She fit me like a glove.

Tonight had been about exploring our options. There were so many things I wanted to do with her, but I wouldn’t without her consent or her understanding. Still, my cock had been hard as a stone from her first breathy exhale during the demonstration, and it showed absolutely no signs of diminishing. I’d been half-hard since she kissed me when she got in the car after work, but now that I could practically taste her anticipation and eagerness?

Fuck.

The drive back took forever and not even a blink of an eye, because we talked about everything on the way.

“One of the things the book said was we should make a list of hard and soft limits,” Frankie said, and I had to bite back the smile stretching my mouth. The book. What the book said. She’d done research. But of course she’d done research—she was Frankie.

She was so fucking perfect, it hurt.

“Also, like what you’re curious about. I started making a list, and I thought we should talk about that on our way home, you know, if that’s okay, since you’re gripping the steering wheel like my car offended you or something.”

Yeah, I white-knuckled the steering wheel, but that was more to keep from reaching over and cupping her pussy to see how wet she really was, or if her nipples were as hard and tense as they looked in the way the shirt hugged her. The jacket she’d worn had come off not five minutes into the drive. It was freezing and trying to ice storm on us, but she was too warm to wear the coat.

Fuck, I tugged at the collar on my shirt, like I was in a button-down and not a T-shirt. “You’re right, we need to make a list,” I murmured. “I know some of what you like but I want to know all of it, and if you’re curious, then I want to be there with you when you figure it out.”

Some of her curiosities weren’t going to be answered by me. The reality of that settled into my soul, but even as I searched for some sense of resentment, nothing was forthcoming. Archie introduced her to sex, Jake and Coop stretched her limits, and me? Well, we were doing our own exploring, and it was all…it was good.

“You’re smiling,” she murmured, and I caught her studying my profile.

“I love you,” I told her.

“And that’s why you’re smiling?” Someday, the surprise in her voice would vanish and leave only the warmth. We just had more work to do.

“Definitely one of the reasons.”

She laughed, but she also bit her lower lip, and I shook my head. “I was thinking about the list of hard and soft limits,” I added. “And how much I adore that you’re making yourself comfortable by learning everything you can. I wanted to bring it up with you…” It was part of my plan for tonight, honestly.

“Oops?”

“No oops, Angel.” Never where she was concerned. “You have to trust the experience, too. I want you to have control over it.”

“I’m still working on that part,” she admitted. “The power exchange. The fact that the sub has control at all when she’s supposed to be surrendering it.”

“But that’s the point,” I said with a soft exhale. Seriously, the conversation was doing nothing for the stone hardness in my pants. Nothing. Except making me harder, if that were possible. “It’s your control that you’re gifting to me. You’re allowing me to take care of you the way I want to and to see to your pleasure and give you everything you need.”

And if that wasn’t sexy, I didn’t know what was.

She squirmed a little in her seat, and when I got a look over there, her face was flushed and her lips parted. I grinned a little wider. “You like that idea.”

It wasn’t a question.

“I do,” she admitted. “Probably way more than I should.”

“There is no should.” It came out far sharper than I intended, so I relaxed a little. “Angel, where we are concerned? There is no should. There’s what feels good. What we want. What we can give