Page 123 of Opposites (Never) Attract
“Are we going to play?” She asked, and her hand settled on my shoulder, sharpening every sense, tightening every muscle.
That was all I had to give her.
My hands were shaking in anticipation, but I didn’t want this night, possibly our last night, to be about playing. Ididn’t want her out of her head. I wanted her here. With me. Present.
Missing me even as she left.
Maybe that wasn’t fair, but, like the junk in all the cupboards in this hand me down house - this house my mother left and never looked back on – it was all I had.
So, I would ruin her tonight. Treat her so well every man she dated for years after this would pale in comparison. She’d find some guy who had the right glasses and could order the right food at restaurants and knew how amazing she was, and when that guy touched her – it would be me she’d be thinking of.
Yes. That felt right. The animal in me loved it.
I turned, registering how fucking cute she was in her new jeans that were tight through her hips and ass and her simple, short sleeved, white shirt.
With snaps down the front.
Because I told her that’s what I liked.
This woman was a walking, talking contradiction. So smart and tough. Wildly independent since she was sixteen years old, and yet, she would take that shirt off for me in a second because she knew it would be bring me pleasure.
I don’t know that I’d ever met anyone who had so much to give.
Damn, I was going to miss her.
“Do you trust me?”
“Obviously,” she said, like it was a no brainer. “I wouldn’t let you do half the things you do to me unless I trusted you.”
Yeah, that was true. But, we were going to do things a little differently this time. Both of us might be walking the edge.
I led her into my bedroom and shut the door. I could seeher bend and straighten her right arm as if she was fighting off the temptation to bite that thumbnail of hers. She’d just had this incredible success and still she was uncertain.
I opened the top drawer of my dresser where I kept a bunch of kerchiefs folded inside. On high wind days you needed something to cover your nose and mouth or else you ate and breathed dirt all day when riding. I took out a black one and came to stand behind her.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Blindfolding you,” I said.
“Why?”
Because I don’t want you to see what I can’t hide.
“Doesn’t sound like you trusting me,” I said. She took a deep breath and nodded. Her quiet consent got me every fucking time.
I tied it around her head. “Can you see anything?”
She shook her head.
“It’s not too tight?”
She shook her head again.
“Now, I’m going to get you naked first. Because I really like you naked, and then I’m going to reward you for what a good job you did today.”
Her lips curled up.
“I was a very good girl today,” she said, wryly.
