Page 19 of Cloud Nine Love

“What are you thinking about?”

I took a deep breath and contemplated what the correct response would be. There was no way I could tell her what I was thinking, but part of me, the part that resided between my legs, was trying to convince me that it would be a great idea to confess all the dirty things that had been running through my mind.

Thankfully, I was able to overrule my dick’s vote.

“I think sometimes a man’s thoughts should be his own.” I could hear the authority in my tone.

Typically, I was an easy-going, laid-back, go-with-the-flow guy. But when it came to being intimate, a switch flipped inside of me. I became dominant. I needed to be in complete control. I wanted my partner’s total submission.

None of the women I’d been with had ever complained. If anything, it was the opposite. They loved how I took charge. But that sort of submission took trust. Ana wasn’t someone I was in a relationship with. We met a few hours ago. There was no way she trusted me, and with good reason. I was a stranger to her. She didn’t even know my real name.

As we lay in silence, the only thing I could hear was the whooshing of my heartbeat, which at the moment sounded like a wind tunnel. When she didn’t say anything else, I wondered if she might have been offended by my curt response. I could apologize, but she’d said she doesn’t like apologies; she liked actions, not words.

A few minutes passed, and I figured that if she was mad about the way I’d spoken to her, it might be a blessing in disguise and remove all hope of temptation from me. If she rolled over and went to sleep, I’d do the same thing. Or at least, I’d try. The chances of me getting any rest with a boner that could chop wood were slim to none. Still, in the light of day, maybe the atmosphere wouldn’t be so sexually charged.

I doubted it, but it could happen.

“Kyle?” Her voice was even quieter this time, making the atmosphere even more intimate, which I would have thought was an impossible feat.

“Yes, Ana.”

“Do you want to know what I’m thinking?”

Her seductive, teasing tone caused my dick to swell in my pants. I fisted my hands at my sides and then stretched my fingers out, trying to disperse some of the built-up tension I was feeling. “Yes.”

“I’m thinking that tonight we’re floating in a bubble, a bubble where only we exist. Where only Kyle and Ana exist. And tomorrow, that bubble is going to pop, and we’ll never get to float in it again.”

Okay, that was actually really fucking sweet. Now it was my heart’s turn to swell.

“I think you’re right.”

“And I was also thinking that under the cover of darkness, in the middle of this storm, I want to do all the things people do in hotel rooms.” She took in a shaky breath. “Because I know if the sun comes up and all I did was lie here beside you like a good girl would be expected to do, I will regret it for the rest of my life. I want to be bad with you tonight.”

Fuck me. Just when I thought this night couldn’t possibly get any hotter, she went and told me that she wanted to be bad with me tonight. I opened my mouth to reply, but apparently her statement had short-circuited my brain because no words came out.

“Kyle?”

This time, when she said ‘my’ name, her voice was tiny, just a whisper that I wasn’t even sure I’d heard.

“Yes, Ana.”

“What are you thinking right now?” she asked me again.

“It’s kind of hard to do any thinking because all the blood that should be going to my head is going much farther south.”

“Are you hard?”

At her question, my cock jumped as if raising his hand like an overeager kid in school. My dick was being a real pick-me.

“Yes. Are you wet?”

“I don’t know; I think maybe you should check.”

“Fuck,” I groaned.

“Yes, please.”

Her sassy response shifted me from neutral to first gear. One second, I was lying flat on my back; the next, I was on top of Ana, my body pinning her to the mattress. I gripped her wrists and restrained them above her head.

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