“I said you’re home.”
“Oh.” She had a momentary flutter of disappointment.
“Skye, look at me.” He took her chin in his hand, turning her to face him. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. Fine. I’m sorry I fell asleep.”
“Don’t apologize. It wasn’t your sleeping that made me ask. I saw something in your expression.”
“I’m… just trying to wake up.”
“Skye.” His tone was stern.
“And I’m just a little… let down that it’s over.”
He grinned at her. “There’s my girl.”
My girl.
Ah, what a lovely shiver that sent through her. She smiled.
“Let’s get you upstairs.”
He came around to her side of the car and helped her out, walked her up to her apartment as he had before. And as he had before, he made her promise again to call him if she felt panicky or stressed, then checked with her to make sure she felt okay before he kissed her cheek and left.
She was okay. Wasn’t she?
It had been a wonderful evening. There were a few things going on in her head she needed to sort out, but not tonight. She was so tired. Apparently, kink took a lot out of a person.
She undressed, taking off her garter belt and bra and bringing them into bed with her, just to have some of the experience with her. Some of him, maybe.
Yes, an amazing evening. He was an amazing man. An amazing Dom. She couldn’t have asked for more going into this.
Her body was still humming with pleasure, with the loose-limbed sensation of a body well-used. She loved it.
She had no idea where her thong had ended up, she realized, smiling to herself as she drifted into sleep.