Page 10 of Haden

She’s stalling, though. I know this because she turns and wanders the few feet between the middle of this RV and the front. Her floral scent is filling my space now. It’s not going to leave with her. I’m going to end up inhaling her essence all fucking night.

When she pauses, facing the small sink at the window, her fingers trailing along the edge of the tiny counter, I move toward her. I can’t stop myself. Suddenly, I have three goals in mind. One, get closer to her so that every breath draws more of her into me, giving me something to think about while I jerk off in the shower after she’s gone. Two, lay my thoughts out so it’s clear that she needs to stay away from me for her own good. And three, scare her a little with my dominance. Surely that will cause her to think twice about flirting with a forty-year-old man.

I love the way her breath hitches the moment I set my hands on either side of her, pinning her against the counter. My cock wasn’t supposed to jump to attention with this maneuver, but it does anyway.

Inhaling deeply, I bury my nose in her silky hair. If this is the one and only time I’m going to be this close to Emilia, I’m going to make it count.

“Jitterbug… I think you’ve been flirting with me.”

She whimpers.

Fuck. Me. My cock grows larger. This wasn’t in the plan. I’m supposed to be getting her out of my system. Not letting her in deeper. But that sweet noise…

I fight the urge to groan. “You need to stop. I’m too old for you.”

“That’s…” She swallows. “That’s ridiculous. Every couple in this house has a giant age gap.”

She’s right. Bad argument. “You’re Brody’s sister. He didn’t invite me here to make a move on you. I don’t think he would appreciate the age gap.”

“He, of all people, can’t say shit. He’s seventeen years older than his wife.”

“Tsk. Tsk. Such a potty mouth.” Why the fuck am I reprimanding her? This isn’t the first time I’ve done so, either. I threatened to spank her in the library. I need to slow things down and control my fucking tongue.

Emilia sets her hands on top of mine, where they rest at the edge of the counter. “I’m not a child, Haden. I wasn’t even a kid when we met. I just graduated from college. Do you think I don’t cuss?”

I grin against her hair, my lips inches from her neck. She’s so sassy. It would make me hard if I weren’t already as fucking hard as stone. “Jitterbug, I’m not right for you.”

“How do you know?” she challenges.

“I have eighteen years of life experiences you do not have. You don’t know anything about me. You’re far too innocent for the likes of me.” I hate admitting that, but it’s true.

“You don’t know that. Maybe I’ve had sex with ten men.”

I smile again. “Emilia, that’s exactly my point. It doesn’t matter how many people you’ve slept with. They were boys. Not men. They couldn’t possibly have known their way around a woman’s body. I doubt any of the boys you’ve been with could find a clitoris with a flashlight.”

Her breath hitches again, and she shifts her weight. I’ve struck a nerve. I know I’m right.

“So… why don’t you show me what it’s like to be with a man?”

Fuck, she’s bold. She may look sweet, but she’s not afraid to ask for what she wants, and damn if it’s not sexy as all hell. She’s not making this easy.

“Here’s the thing, Emilia, my tastes are far kinkier than you’re ready for. You may never be into the kinds of things I want from a woman. You’d probably faint if I showed you how I like to fuck.” I might be pushing things a bit too far, but I need to nip this in the bud, and now. I cannot let something start between us. I don’t know what Brody might say, but I don’t want to find out, either.

She squirms, pressing her sweet body back against mine. “Show me,” she repeats, her voice husky.

Her response is unexpected, and I’m too stunned to react at first. Finally, I groan as I push off the counter. I don’t step back. I step closer, pressing her belly against the cabinet. I fist my hand in her fucking soft hair and tug so she’s forced to tip her head back, elongating her neck.

Her eyes are wide, and her jaw drops. When I slide my other hand up to her neck, she grabs my forearm with both hands. She’s not scared, though. Not like she should be. Instead, she’s aroused. Her eyes are glassy with lust. She’s not struggling to get away from me. She’s fucking turned on.

This was not part of the plan. The idea was to put a bit of fear into her, make her see that I’m too kinky for her. It’s backfiring on me.

Surely I can talk her out of this infatuation. “I’m a Dominant, Emilia. I don’t date vanilla women. When I fuck, I fuck hard. I do it with women who like it that way. Women who beg me to fuck them. Usually, I meet them at a fetish club and we scene together several times before I take them to bed. I need to be sure they not only know what they’re getting into with me but that they crave the same thing.”

Her mouth slowly closes, and she licks her full lips. “Okay. I’m not as innocent as you think.”

My brows shoot to the ceiling. I release her to spin her around so fast she sways. This time, I grab her waist, shuffle her toward the door, and flatten her to the surface. I lift her hands over her head and clasp both wrists with one of mine before cupping her face with my other hand to steady her. “Pardon?”

She’s trembling, but she’s still holding my gaze. She’s still not scared. Not of me or my dominance. Is it because she trusts me? Because she shouldn’t. “I mean, I’ve read books,” she murmurs. “Romance novels. I know what a Dominant is.”