Page 32 of His Own Heaven

That was one of the reasons he’d chosen to be single for as long as he had. He’d never found a woman who’d enjoyed sex—his brand of sex—as much as he did. And to find one now was…exhilarating.

“Toby!”

Lucy’s thighs clamped around his head, and he chuckled against her pussy as she came. Charlie hadn’t been wrong when he’d said Lucy had thighs of steel. He could feel his brain being squished inside his skull. And he didn’t care. Not if it meant listening to his woman’s husky cries of pleasure as he lapped at her cunt and drank down her essence. Fuck, he could stay between this woman’s thighs all day.

All week.

Forever.

One night with this woman and he was hooked.

But her? Not so much.“One night only.”That was what she’d said, and more than once. And she’d just followed that up with“I promise I’ll leave”, as though now they’d had their fun, he was counting down the minutes until he could be rid of her.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

“I don’t want you to leave.”

She snorted. “Said no man ever.”

He sat back on his heels. “I’m serious. I want you to spend the weekend with me.”

Lucy blinked up at him, her eyes narrowed with caution. “Why?”

Wassheserious? For hours they’d shared the most mind-blowing sex of his existence, and she wanted to know why he was asking her to stay?

Not sure what to make of her reaction to his proposal, Toby yanked her into the centre of the bed and straddled her hips. Instinct told him if he pushed her too hard, she’d run. But if he didn’t push, at least a little, he’d be doing them both a disservice.

He shot for the middle ground and told her the truth, just not the reasons behind it. Because if he were being completely honest with himself, he didn’t fully understand his reasons either.

“Because I promised to take care of you, Lucy. I promised to give you what you needed, and I haven’t done that yet. Not completely. So I want you to stay for the weekend.” He leaned forwards and threaded his fingers through hers, pinned her hands to the bed and stared down at her pretty face. Longed to lean in closer and kiss that tiny sneer at the corner of her mouth. “Allow me to keep my promise.”

Lucy chewed on her bottom lip, her whisky gaze searching his face with an intensity he rarely saw directed at him. “Is that an order?”

Toby arched one brow. “Do you need it to be?”

More lip chewing was quickly followed by a brief yet vigorous nod. “Yes.”

He fought to hide a smile, then shook his head. “I can’t make that decision for you. If you stay, it’s because you want to be with me. No other reason. Do you understand?”

Lucy understood perfectly.

If she wanted to spend the weekend with the sex god formerly known as Tobias Bennett, she had to overcome her own personal demons and trust a virtual stranger not to fuck her in the arse, figuratively speaking.

You trusted him with your body. Trusted him enough to ride him bareback.

The thoughts whispered through her mind, then circled back and skated through again with more confidence and volume.

That was lust, not trust,she reminded herself before the traitorous thought could become an endless loop designed to mess with her sanity.

Lust required getting naked.

Trust required being stripped bare.

Big difference.

And the look in Toby’s eyes as he stared down at her, stern and silent as he waited for her answer, left no room for doubts. He’d already shown her he’d settle for nothing less than the latter with their intimate tea party the previous night, and he didn’t just want her naked.

Eventually she nodded. “I understand, Sir.”

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