Page 40 of His Coveted Obsession

“You would?”

I nodded vigorously. “Yes, I can’t wait, although I’m also nervous. What if they don’t like me?”

“Whether they like you is irrelevant. You’re mine. They can accept it or not. It doesn’t matter which.”

“But… it matters to me. Because you’re important to me, they’ll be important to me, too.”

He thought about my words for a moment, processing. He reminded me of a computer, always analyzing every word. It showed how smart he was, while my brain was filled with too many thoughts and emotions.

“I understand. They will probably like you. Dalton is friendly and very moralistic. Sid is my mentor and adoptive father. He’s got a strange sense of humor that I don’t always understand, but you should like him.”

“Sounds fun and nerve-wracking.”

Once I took my last bite of chicken, Easton reached for my fork and plucked it from my hand. “It’s time for sex. I’ve been patient enough.”

I chuckled at him because he was the most patient person I knew. I chugged down my water to rinse out my mouth and wiped it with a napkin before he took my hand and tugged me to stand while he still sat. “First, you’re going to kiss me. I like kissing you for some reason. I didn’t think I would, but it’s like a promise of more to come… a tease.”

“I love kissing, too.” When his eyes narrowed at me, I quickly corrected myself. “I love kissingyouand only you. You’re the best kisser.”

I straddled his lap, rested my hands on his firm chest, and leaned forward to press my lips to his soft ones. He had fuller lips than I did, but even though they were delicate, Easton was always commanding and in control.

He swiped his tongue across my mouth, and I opened for him. His hands traveled up my arms to my face, holding me thereas he consumed me. With a breath, he tilted his head before thrusting his tongue into my mouth. A high-pitched sigh escaped me, getting lost in his kiss.

When he pulled away, his eyes captured mine in their intensity. “I also enjoy your sounds.”

I pressed a kiss to his right cheek, his left cheek, and then his forehead as I inhaled his delicate cologne and all things Easton.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I just wanted to do it. It’s hard not to worship you, Superman.”

“I still haven’t decided if I like that name or not.”

“Well, if you don’t, I can call you ‘baby’ or something.”

“No, that makes me sound infantile.”

I laughed. “A lot of lovers call each other that.”

“Let’s stick with ‘Superman.’”

“Okay.”

I rested my hands on his chest, loving the feel of his rapid heart on my palm, as I thought about a question that had been bothering me after he told me his story about his parents. Should I ask about it? Easton would know what he liked and didn’t like, but I also worry if I’m hurting him unintentionally.

“Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Ask.”

“After what happened with your mother, how are you enjoying being touched? I’m not causing painful memories, am I?”

“Being touchedishard for me, but I rarely think about her anymore. I simply want my needs met when I’m aroused, and maybe because you’re a man and not an older woman. Whoknows? It’s not something I dwell on. I just enjoy my time with you.”

What did he mean by that? Did she touch him in other ways? “I get that, but… why? I mean, most people who’ve been abused for years can really struggle.”

“Because I took control of my life. I ended my pain.”

Again, another vague response. Or at least it didn’t make sense to me. Did he do it through therapy? But by the tone of his voice, it felt… dangerous. “What does that mean?” I asked.

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