Cowboy Casanova - Lorelei James [48]
She bumped him with her shoulder. “Have you figured out this phrase yet?”
“Nope. You?”
“Yes.”
“Prove it.”
“On a chicken wing and a prayer.”
He groaned. “I hate the pun ones.”
“Aren’t they all puns?”
“No. Heh. Look. He went bankrupt anyway. That sucks.”
During the next commercial, he casually asked, “Are we usin’ condoms?”
She stiffened. “I guess. Why?”
“I just hoped you were on the pill. But no biggie.”
“I’m on the pill but I don’t know if I’m comfortable having sex without a condom, with a man who frequents a sex club. No offense.”
“None taken. I’ll just mention I got a clean bill of health three months ago and I could show you the paperwork. Twice yearly testing is mandatory for club members. I’ve always worn a condom. No exceptions.”
“Even when you…play like this, outside the club?”
Ben faced her, but she was busy rooting around in her bowl. “Look at me.”
She peeked at him from beneath her lashes.
“In the years I’ve belonged to the Rawhide I’ve seen a woman outside the club only a few times. But I’ve never done this—asked a woman to be my submissive for a month outside the club.”
“What about inside the club?”
“No.”
She hadn’t been expecting that answer. “Do you have normal relationships? I mean, date normal women who don’t know about you being involved in the club?”
“I’ll ignore your use of the word normal because of your lack of experience. I used to date. Then my buddy Cody took me to a club in Denver and it changed my life. I no longer felt like a deviant for what I wanted from my partners. I no longer had to pretend my needs were conventional.”
Ainsley blushed.
“Every once in a while I’ll meet a woman outside the club and ask her out. But if I can’t be myself, why waste my time?”
“What’s the longest you’ve dated a woman?”
“Probably…a month.”
“Is that why you insisted on a month with me?”
Astute woman. It’d just seemed like an arbitrary amount of time. “No. As a newbie sub, you oughta know in thirty days whether you’re cut out to be submissive, even just behind bedroom doors.” He gave her a buttery, salty, smacking kiss. “Quit distracting me from Vanna, woman.”
Ben solved the next puzzle. They bantered back and forth. But when the game show ended, he sensed Ainsley’s anxiety. He set aside her empty popcorn bowl. “Sit on my lap facing me.”
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll make your crotch go numb? I’m not exactly a petite woman, Ben.”
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Ainsley threw her leg over his and straddled his thighs. “I guess Bennett the beastly Dom is back.”
He curled his hand around her neck and took her mouth in a heated kiss. No easing into it, just sucking in her surprise like a drug. Holding her in place while he controlled the kiss. Keeping it red-hot until she could scarcely sit still. He backed off the intensity, sliding his mouth to her ear. “Go into my bedroom and get undressed. Then lay facedown on the bed.”
She immediately tensed up.
Ben waited for her to ask why, or what he had in mind.
“I…” He heard her swallow. “Which room is your bedroom?”
“The room with the four-poster log bed.”
Keeping her eyes averted, she climbed off him and disappeared down the hallway.
He flipped through channels for five minutes before he followed her. He paused in the doorway, his eyes drinking her in. Ainsley’s body was an abundance of curves, just exactly the body type he liked best.
After shucking his jeans and shirt, he grabbed a necktie, a condom and a bottle of lube from his dresser. From beside the bed, he ordered, “Spread your arms out.” Then he straddled her, his knees bracketing her thighs. His cock stirred when his balls brushed the soft curves of her ass. Ben placed a kiss on the back of her head, inhaling the subtle scent of her shampoo. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look?”
He dug his thumbs into the base of her neck and gradually moved across the tops of her shoulders, using a combination of soft and harder pressure. Letting himself enjoy her supple flesh beneath his hands. Goose bumps