Book Three: Over The Line

She stiffened. Michael figured he’d hit a nerve. Then the moment passed. Her lips parted for a moment, just long enough for him to wonder how she tasted. He loved anticipation, enjoyed getting a woman so turned on she lost her inhibitions, but now, with Sydney, unaccustomed impatience nipped at him.

“I don’t misbehave,” she said with an impish grin.

He raised his eyebrows. “Never? Or have you not played with a Dom long enough to establish a relationship?”

She gave a soft sigh. “Would you like to psychoanalyse me, Michael? If so, can we sit down somewhere? But honestly, I’m not sure if I’ll ever see you again, so I’d prefer we spend an enjoyable evening together.”

“I don’t rush. I just want to know you a bit better before we play together. I want to give you what you need, not just what you want.”

“That’s an interesting distinction.”

“You might want wine, but need water,” he said. “I want you completely satisfied.”

“You’re right. I kind of move from Dom to Dom,” she said. “A man, any man, would complicate my lifestyle. Maybe you think that’s selfish, but it’s who I am. I was hoping that since you’re a divorced man who doesn’t want to go through another divorce, you’d be fine with a one-night stand.”

“Ouch,” he said. When she opened her lovely mouth to speak again, he held up a hand to silence her. To her credit, she shut up. “No, you don’t have to watch your words. In fact, I prefer your honesty.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “And I’m not against a relationship. I’m not, in theory, against marriage.” Passing the land to his heirs would be nice. He had one sister, who had two girls. Despite the fact that he had a couple of horses, none of his relatives had shown any interest in the ranch.

“Are you looking for something permanent now?”

“No,” he said.

“Then if you’d like to play, I would, too.” Seductively, sexily, she placed her palm over his crotch.

Heat seared through the denim. Except for lovers he’d been with a long time, no woman had been so bold. He wanted to cave to his baser instincts and take her here, now. Instead, he captured her hand and moved it away.

She pulled back, breaking his grip, and he knew she felt rejected. What man in his right mind would have stopped her? “Don’t take it personally,” he said. “Please. I will want you to do that in the future, and right now I want to be buried balls-deep in your hot cunt as you cry out my name.”

Her eyes opened wide. She seemed more intrigued than shocked. “I want that, too,” she admitted.

“We need to clear up a few things.”

“Right. I have no STDs, I have no physical limitations. Oh, yes, and I have condoms in my purse””large. And medium, just in case.” She grinned. “I’ve been called an eternal optimist. I don’t need that size as much as most men would have you believe.”