Chapter 15 How Bad Do You Want Me?
Dakota
Holy fucking shit, I have lost my mind. My entire brain has evaporated into the moonlight. It’s all air up here because I
seriously just told Calder Fletcher to crawl to me.
Who the hell am I?
I have no idea. That’s the point of this. A sexual awakening. A journey of self-discovery. A guess-and-check experiment where
I try something out and see what the end results are... like a science project.
Calder’s eyes twinkle with wickedness, showing no signs of defiance or humor. I half expect him to make fun of me for this,
but he doesn’t. He’s doing it. This cocky bastard is doing what I asked him.
My head wars with what my body is telling me I want, and a wave of heat spreads through me as he takes his giant six foot
three body and lowers it down to the floor. His linen shirt tightens around his sculpted shoulders as he presses his palms
to the tile and slowly slides a hand forward on the floor, never taking his eyes off me.
I shuffle my feet as nerves rock through me. Watching him slide his other hand forward. He’s taking his time, perhaps giving
me the opportunity to stop this if I want to.
But I don’t think I do.
This crawling request started as a test to make sure Calder wasn’t fucking with me because I still don’t fully trust him.
I’m not sure I can trust any man ever again. But if Calder wasn’t serious about this, there would be no way in hell he’d be
down on his hands and knees right now. His ego wouldn’t allow it. Right? And then I recall what he said about me the other
night.
You said Randal told you that you used to be an eight but now you’re a six. You’re neither of those numbers. You’re a ten.
He didn’t have to say that to me. No one forced him into it, and Calder doesn’t pass out compliments for free. Which means...
Calder Fletcher thinks I’m sexy.
Maybe it’s time I let myself believe it.
As I watch him, I realize there is something incredibly erotic about a tall, rugged, bearded, muscular man crawling to his
woman. I may have been the one to ask him to crawl, but I feel like the prey as he makes his way closer, and that scares the
shit out of me in the most exciting way possible.
Clenching my dress, I take a deep breath, trying to calm my rapid heart that’s fixing to burst out of my chest as he sits
back on his heels in front of me, waiting for what I will ask him to do next.
I have no idea, honestly! I didn’t think we’d get this far. I meant what I said... I could never be a Domme. I don’t want
control. I want freedom and surprises and possibility. And I want to feel alive again and not view sex as an obligation.
We stare at each other for several long seconds, and I fight the urge to break the spell and push him away. I search his expression
for a tell that this is all a joke to him, that he doesn’t want me, isn’t attracted to me. Something.
“What next?” he asks, and I watch his Adam’s apple slide down his thick neck as he appears out of breath. He’s enjoying this.
The arousal in his body is palpable, and I want to reach out and touch it.
I shake my head in disbelief. “You’re crazy.”
“I’m not crazy for wanting to fuck you,” he replies without a glimmer of humor in his eyes.
Liquid heat pools between my legs, and my voice is trembly when I ask, “Are we really doing this?”
“That’s up to you.”
Feeling unsteady, I drop down onto my knees in front of him, needing to be level for my next request. The crawling was hot and all, but I’m having trouble understanding where reality and fantasy exist here. My eyes sweep over his face before zeroing in on his lips.
They are good lips.
“Maybe we should kiss first. Make sure we have a connection? Or is that weird? Too intimate? Should this be like a Pretty Woman hookup where we don’t touch lips?” I snap my mouth shut. I’m rambling. Super hot, Dakota.
Calder’s eyes drop to my mouth, and he pulls his lower lip in, chewing it hungrily before replying, “I’ll kiss you anywhere
you want.”
His words create an instant throb in my core. Well, shit... maybe I shouldn’t have started with the lips. I shake those
dirty thoughts out of my head. Lips are good. Let’s make sure we can actually kiss before I get naked with the man who I was
literally calling an asshole this morning.
I point to my mouth and croak, “Just here for now.”
Before I can take a breath, Calder’s large hands reach out and grab my face. He pulls me into him, both of us rising up on
our knees as he captures my lips with his shooting liquid heat straight through my core. He pulls back after only a second,
his eyes fierce on mine with a look of shock that feels like throwing a glass of water in my face. A wave of disappointment
descends upon me when I think he’s going to call it, and before I have a chance to speak, he’s kissing me again with ten times
more passion.
A whimper escapes me as I tilt my head and allow his tongue to part my lips, sending a riot of tingles through my whole body.
I grip his sculpted arms to steady myself, shivering at the feel of his rough beard against my face. The edginess of that
sensation, the grit, makes the kiss that much better. Dirtier, more elicit. The swirling in my groin is unbearable.
His body shifts closer, and my eyes pop open when I feel the ridge of something hard between us. His eyes are still closed
tight as he consumes me, and my muscles weaken as his hands move from my face, down my back, mapping the shape of me.
He must sense my hesitation and pulls away. “What is it?” he asks, his eyes searching mine.
“Nothing,” I mutter, trying to tame down my stupid thoughts. “I’m just... surprised.”
“At what?”
I swallow the lump in my throat as my gaze trails down.
The corner of his mouth tugs up into a smirk. “This isn’t the first time your mouth has made me hard.”
What the hell does that mean? I wonder but am distracted when his palms wrap around to my ass and he pulls me into him, making
it very clear he’s happy to see me.
“This too,” he murmurs, smiling against my lips. “I’ve wanted to get my hands on your ass since the first day I met you.”
I think back to the body I had all those years ago, and my heart sinks a bit.
“But never more than these last couple of days. You’re a fucking tease.”
Flutters, stars, sparks, sizzles... all of those flippity emotions that happen in the human body are happening to mine
at the same time. And we’re both still fully dressed!
He continues to grip my ass and grinds my center against the length of him, and my heart and my vagina both feel like they’re
on the brink of explosion as my arousal shifts into overdrive. The man who’s an ass to me most of the day is attracted to
me enough to be hard within seconds of our kiss. What is this life I’m living?
I comb my fingers through his hair and kiss him back, my nails scratching lightly against his scalp. The low growl that vibrates
in his chest gives me signs that he likes what I’m doing, and I swear I want to swallow him whole.
“My turn,” he says, pulling away, his hot breath on my lips as both our chests heave with desire.
I feel the loss of him as I struggle to see straight. “Your turn?”
“To make a demand.” His hands slide from my ass to my thighs, his thumbs skating up the skirt of my dress. “I’m not going to make you crawl. But I am going to make you beg.”
He stands and holds his hand out to me, helping me up with all the grace of a burly mountain man. He turns me around so my
back presses against his front, and he finds the zipper of my dress.
“This was a beautiful dress, but it wasn’t my favorite outfit of yours from this trip,” he says softly as his lips dance along
my shoulder and neck.
“No?” I squeak, clutching the unzipped dress to my chest as anxiety pools in my belly. A man hasn’t seen me naked in a very
long time. I didn’t even get a chance to strip down at the sex club I so brazenly waltzed into. But somehow being naked in
front of a bunch of strangers seems less anxiety-inducing than stripping down in front of Calder Fletcher. What am I thinking
right now?
“That black bikini of yours has been haunting me since night fucking one.” He slides his hands up my arms to my wrists and
gently urges me to release my dress.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I let go, and it pools around my waist. My eyes shut tight as I fight the urge to cover
myself from his fire-blazing eyes as he rakes them down my body.
His masculine fingers trail lightly on my belly, up my ribs and around my chest, gliding slowly down the slopes of both my
breasts eliciting goose bumps across my whole body.
Licking his lips, his mouth dances against my neck again. “I had to jerk off in the shower yesterday.”
I moan and drop my head onto his chest as he traces his finger over my nipples, causing them to pucker even tighter.
“I think I heard you,” I admit, my voice not even sounding like my own as his large hands cup my breasts, testing the weight
of them.
His breath is warm on my neck, and I can feel his smile against my throat. “Can I tell you a secret, Ace?”
I swallow the knot in my throat, feeling desperate for the bed because my legs feel like they’re going to give out any second.
“Sure.”
His voice is hot on my ear as his teeth bite lightly down on my lobe before he whispers, “I wanted you to hear me.”
I gasp as he tugs slightly on my nipples, sending shock waves of pleasure through me, and wetness pools between my thighs.
In a flash, Calder turns me on my heels, capturing my lips with his again as he yanks out of his shirt, crushing my bare breasts
to his chiseled front. I struggle to shimmy my tight dress over my hips before he hooks his fingers into my panties and slides
them down, kneeling at the apex of my thighs as he does.
When he leans in and presses his nose to my center, I fight the urge to push him away. Oral sex is so nerve-wracking and intimate.
Randal never did it, and I developed a bit of a complex over that. Plus, I’ve been dancing all night and I don’t feel fresh