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“I’m not going anywhere, you know, so don’t even try to send me home.”
I can’t help myself. I kiss her gently, watching her gaze soften with need. “Baby, you won’t like a life with me. There aren’t any shops or salons in the wilderness.”
She huffs with disdain. “Do I look like someone that worries about salons?” She seems downright offended. “You are stuck with me, Dallas. Unless you can absolutely convince me you don’t want me which that kiss and the way your cock is poking my thigh suggest otherwise.”
There’s a tiny thread of doubt in her voice that I could and should leverage. And I can’t bring myself to do it. Then she unloads the big guns. “I want you to be my first, Dallas. My only if I’m honest, but let’s start slowly.”
I thunk my head back on the pillow. She’s a virgin. Of course she is. A virginal Esme in my bed offering herself up to me. That sweet pussy has never been stretched by a cock and I’d bet money she’s not done much of anything else either. All mine. She saved all of herself for me.
“Why me, Esmerelda?” I choke out, hoping to hell she’ll offer up something that will convince me this won’t work.
“Because I like you. I appreciate that you don’t talk all the time. Although the grunting can get a little annoying. I like the way when you do talk it’s about living in the woods because that matches my feelings for the wilderness too,” she says softly. “And also I think you’re hot, but mostly I love how you worry about me. Most other men wouldn’t be resisting this hard,” she comments dryly.
I groan and roll her under me again. “I dare you to tell anyone I played hard to get. They won’t believe you.”
She giggles lightly. “Does that mean you’re going to fuck me now?”
“No,” I state, blandly frowning down at her while she pouts. “I am going to kiss you, though. And then you’re going to tell me how long you’ve been planning your little ambush last night.” Her cheeks pinken, but I don’t let her hide. Instead, I claim her lips, possessively. I want her to see exactly what she’s saying she wants.
To my surprise, she rises to the challenge. Opening her mouth to the thrust of my tongue, she curls her legs around my hips, enticing me to take things further. I focus on making sure she understands who’s in charge. Except we both know she’s really calling the shots. One word from her and this is all over.
But the only sound she makes is my name and happy hums of appreciation. When her lips are bee-stung and her dark eyes are heavy, I finally pull back. “Talk, Esmerelda. What brought you to my room last night?”
“Oh, I thought we were skipping that part,” she mutters, making me grin. I wait her out patiently. “I, uh, was checking on you about a week ago and you were, um, talking to yourself. Or to me, sort of?” Her brow furrows, and now I know exactly what she saw.
“You saw me stroking my cock, imagining I was fucking you.”
She nods, blushing. “It was a revelation. I thought you didn’t like me.”
“Baby…” I start, but she puts her palm on my chest.
“I understand. You think I’m too young. So anyway, I knew when you got the all clear, you’d want to get rid of me for my own good or some nonsense. I decided that we needed to talk and early morning would be the best time to get past your defenses.”
I’m impressed. That’s a lot of strategy for someone who doesn’t even really know what she’s begging for.
“I should spank you for putting yourself in danger like that,” I growl into her ear.
She huffs in response and flutters her hands. “Nonsense. You would never hurt me.”
“Not if I know it’s you, no. If I don’t keep you in my bed, you’re only going to attempt to sneak in again, aren’t you?” I give in.
Esme nods, her lips curled up in a slight smirk.
“Fine, then this is how we’re going to handle things,” I’m thinking fast on my feet — okay, on my back — doing my best to make sure Esme doesn’t regret her choice. “You’ll sleep with me every night. On Friday, we’ll leave for the weekend so I can meet your parents. We’ll get a hotel room,” I add dryly, cringing at the thought of expecting her parents to let a man nearly two decades older sleep in their daughter’s virginal bed. Esme looks ready to protest, but I shake my head at her. “Non-negotiable, baby. When we get back here, I’ll make arrangements for a helicopter back home. Once you’re there, if you don’t immediately want to leave, then I’ll fuck you. In our own bed with nowhere else either of us needs to be. Because I will be taking my own sweet time with you.” It’s both a promise and a threat. Clearly Esme gets that because she gulps, then smiles.
“That sounds like an awfully long time from now,” she says sadly while widening her eyes.
I grin down at her. “Price you pay for choosing an older man, princess. Eventually, some of us learn to think first.”
Esme
If Dallas thought he was going to put me off with his long-range plan of prerequisites to being together, he couldn’t have been more wrong. The introduction to my parents was hard to predict and didn’t go the way I expected. My mother smirked, asked Dallas about his family medical history like she was interviewing a sperm donor. (Okay, she clearly was, but she never actually said any of the keywords indicating she was now very focused on grandchildren.) And my father frowned, growled, and turned to my mom. “Told you so.” Only to have her respond, “Blame it on your mother, this has her touch all over it.”
My dad then changed the subject and acted like Dallas had been part of the family for the last ten years. All very confusing. Then my mom helped me pack up more of my stuff, just the essentials that I don’t want to be without until the snow is cleared in the spring, like my winter hiking gear.
That night when I crawl into bed next to Dallas, my new favorite place to be, he asks out of the blue, “You ever had an orgasm, Esmerelda?”
I blink at that. “Um, any particular reason you’re asking?”
