Page 62 of Dominate Me

Chapter Fifteen

Haley

“Sounds good, Gabby. I’ll see you soon,” I said, chewing on my bottom lip even as Gabby chirped, “Great! Can’t wait to see you!”

I disconnected the phone and then rested my forehead into my palms, elbows propped at our Reservations desk.

It was Thursday after the weekend I’d spent with Jensen. It had been a weekend, and then a week, where Jensen had apparently decided he wasn’t going to move slowly on us having more than just a sexual relationship. And he was doing it well.

Sunday, I’d rolled out of bed and couldn’t hide my flinch from the lingering pain on my backside and my body while I gingerly walked to the bathroom. Jensen had noticed and declared Sunday was a no-sex day.

Needless to say, I’d tried to get him to change his mind, but my efforts had been in vain. Instead, he’d cooked me breakfast, cleaned up and we spent the rest of the day and evening lounging on his couch watching movies and talking, snacking and eating takeout he’d had delivered until it was time for me to head home.

When I’d left, his hand had slid around my neck, he pulled me to him and kissed me. When I was listless in his arms from the kiss alone, he pulled back and smirked before whispering, “I’ll make good on that promise I gave you last night. When the time is right.”

I’d been waiting all week long. We’d seen each other every night so far and every night had ended with dinners quickly eaten and shoved to the side or forgotten altogether, limbs tangled around each other, hearts beating wildly fast.

But what hadn’t happened was any serious play. The sex had been mind-blowing like always, but it’d been slower. Passionate and while not-quite-vanilla with an intensity that stole my breath every time, he had yet to fulfill his promise.

I ached for it in places I never expected to ache at the idea of being filled.

Last night, when I’d cautiously brought it up to him, and asked him why we were waiting, his eyes gleamed with mischief. Sexily so. “But you’re enjoying the thrill of the waiting, aren’t you?”

A shiver had rolled throughout my body. “No.”

He laughed, his voice that sexy rumble I enjoyed so much more than humanly sane. “Liar. You can’t wait to have my cock deep inside your ass.”

Another shiver. I’d moaned. Loudly.

He had laughed harder, smacked my ass and pulled me tight against him. “The anticipation is part of the fun, Haley. Trust me to give it to you when the time is right.”

Trusting someone wasn’t something I thought I’d be able to do. Besides doubting my lack of judgment when it came to men, Timothy had definitely left a deep cut in my ability to open up to others. But that wasn’t exactly what Jensen was asking for.

He was asking me to give him parts of myself and trust he’d handle them with care, in ways I couldn’t imagine. He was asking me to hand over the reins I held clutched in my thin fingers and believe he’d do what was best for me.

The idea was as terrifying as it was exhilarating.

So I’d leaned in, brushed my lips against his chest smattered with dark hair in the perfect amounts that thinned into the perfect treasure trail, and told him, “I trust you.”

The way his breath had hitched and his pecs tightened beneath me told me he understood what that meant for me to give it.

He had wrapped me up in his world, made me think about him when he wasn’t around, made me want sex with him even more. It had only been a week since he said he wanted more.

It had only been three weeks since I attempted to discover a new side of me.

I was in deep. Not knee-deep. Not even waist-deep. I was in so deep that if something went wrong, if Jensen decided to pull the rug out from underneath me, I was going to need a life preserver to pull myself out.

Those were the thoughts I’d been thinking of all morning until when my phone rang. When Gabby’s name flashed on my screen, I jumped at the opportunity to talk to her.

I needed a woman’s perspective.

I needed to talk to someone who knew Jensen, who knew his past, who knew what he was capable of to give me that final push to truly trust him outside the limitations of the bedroom...or the living room, kitchen, entryway, his office...because he was pushing boundaries I wasn’t quite ready to let go of completely.

“Haley?”

My head snapped up at the mention of my name to see Claire standing right in front of me. She was looking at me in a way, with her brows furrowed and her lips pressed together, that told me it hadn’t been the first time she’d called my name.

“Sorry,” I muttered and pushed off the desk. “What can I do for you?”

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