Page 53 of Sinful Skulls
“Sometimes I … well, I like that you scare me a little. Like not in a bad way, just … oh, I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do. Just tell me, Daisy. I’m not going to judge you.”
“It’s like being frightened while watching a scary movie, but you know you’re safe at home on your couch. I like that you keep me guessing and a little scared at times, but I know I’m completely safe with you. I’ve never not felt safe with you.”
“I think I understand what you’re saying.”
It feels good to tell him these things. I guess it makes it all feel a little less confusing. He sees me, and unbelievably our desires seem to match up.
Brody leans over and grabs a book from the bedside table. “There is a list of kinks in here. Maybe we can go through it?”
“Sure.”
We sit beside each other, looking at it together. “Wow, I don’t even know what some of these things are.”
He’s patient and explains everything. Some things he doesn’t even know. We skip over those. It seems we are on the same page on almost everything.
“Blood play,” he says reading down the list. My heart starts to beat loudly in my ears. When I don’t answer, he explains it further. “I’ve never tried it, but I think it might be a hard limit for me.”
I breathe a sigh of relief.
He pauses, running his eyes over me. “Is it something you’d like to try?”
“No,” I say quickly. The thought makes my stomach turn. “Hard limit for me too.”
He cups his palm over my cheek. “I couldn’t mark your beautiful skin. Other than reddening that cute booty of yours.”
I lean into his hand. “I’m excited to explore this with you. Not just the intimate stuff, but everything.”
He pulls me onto his lap and kisses me long and slow. It’s sensual and sure. When he pulls away, he smiles. “I hate thatParis wasn’t everything you imagined, but I love that you came back to me.”
“I’ve been thinking about where I go from here. I gave up my apartment. I should probably start looking for a place to live.”
“Well, you could come home with me. I can’t wait to introduce you to everyone. After that, we’ll figure it out together. Don’t think you’re getting away from me this time.” He places a finger under my chin and holds my gaze.
“I don’t think I could ever say goodbye to you,” I admit.
“You don’t have to.”
Chapter Twenty
Daisy
We spend the next several weeks in complete euphoria. Brody has taught me so much about myself that I’m not scared of who I am anymore. When he looks at me, I don’t feel different. I feel like I belong.
I paint, and he watches or poses. He’s my new favorite muse. One of my favorite parts of the day is when he works out in the little gym they have here. He’s magnificent.
This morning, I got up early to make him breakfast. He’s done most of the cooking, but darn it, I want to take care of him too.
He comes out of the bedroom, and I smile. Sleepy Brody is almost sexier than workout Brody.
A grin lights his face when he sees me in the kitchen. “You’re up early.” He wraps his arms around me as I stir the eggs on the stove and nuzzles my neck. “Did I not wear you out enough last night?”
I laugh. “I’m usually an early riser. I’m just feeling more myself.”
“Good.” He swats my butt and then walks over and picks up his phone from the mantel. “I guess I should check and see what’s going on back home. They’ll be sending out the troops to look for me,” he says, sitting down at the counter.
I continue to move around the kitchen, worrying over the call I will eventually need to make to my own family. I’m just finishing up when I notice Brody’s gotten awfully quiet.
