Chapter 6
Reagan
After lunch, my grandfather suddenly decided he needed to drive out of town for the day to visit an old friend he hasn’t seen for a few months.
He hastily made that announcement when I declared I was going to shower and change into more presentable clothes before heading to the estate.
He’s so full of shit. He’s just making himself scarce.
Now, I’m standing in my bedroom, trying to shove Tiago out of the small space. He followed me in even though I ordered him to wait in the living room. He’s an immovable rock.
“I want to see your room, baby.”
“You don’t need to see. It’s just a room.”
He sets me aside and looks around, wandering in farther. He picks up a trinket from my dresser and then opens my jewelry box. He’s nosy. I should be angry and tell him to stop snooping, but I’m more drawn to him with every passing minute.
I’m going to glare daggers at him, but the truth is, I like that he’s bossy and determined.
At this point, I would be disappointed if he backed down when I push back.
I’m testing him. I didn’t set out with that intention.
It just happened. I want to know how serious he is because, damn, this infuriating man makes my blood pump.
He says nothing while snooping.
I stand with my arms crossed in the doorway, waiting for him to get out. “Find what you need?” I say in my sassiest tone.
He glances at me. “I’m getting to know you.”
“And? What do you know now?”
“That you’re a minimalist. You don’t own much jewelry. I bet a lot of this was your grandmother’s.”
“Maybe I’m just poor and can’t afford diamonds and pearls.”
“Nope. That’s not it. If jewelry was important to you, you would be wearing some. You don’t have any on.”
He’s right. I don’t care much about silver and gold bling. What’s in that box was my grandmother’s, including the box.
He wanders toward my nightstand next and picks up the book I’ve been reading. When he sets it down, he slowly reaches for the handle on the drawer.
This is when I lunge forward and shove him as hard as I can to put my body between him and the drawer.
He pretends to be affected by my pushing and drops onto my bed, laughing. “Hmm. What’s in the drawer, baby?”
“None of your business.” I wish my damn face wouldn’t heat every time I’m embarrassed. It’s annoying.
He lowers his gaze to the drawer I’m blocking feebly with my body. “Show me, Reagan.”
I set my hands on my hips again, thinking this makes me look serious and fierce. I doubt it works, but it’s worth a try. “You don’t have to know every single thing about me, Tiago. I’m entitled to some privacy.”
He leans forward, sets his palms on the backs of my thighs, and tugs me between his legs. “Okay. Go take your shower,” he says softly.
I narrow my gaze. “You’re going to open the drawer as soon as I leave the room, aren’t you?”
“Nope. You’re right. I won’t pry. I won’t touch anything in your bedroom while you’re gone.”
I search his gaze. I want to trust him. If he violates my trust, it will destroy whatever this is. I can tell he’s extremely dominant and pushy, but I hope he won’t lie to me or go back on his word. I care far more about the precarious trust between us than what’s in my nightstand.
Tiago pulls me even closer. His huge hands wrap so far around my thighs that his fingertips are close to my pussy.
“Baby, I don’t like that look on your face.
I know I’m bossy. That will never change.
It’s in my blood. But I will never betray your trust. I’m teasing you about your nightstand.
I can probably guess what’s in there since you’re so protective of it.
Whatever you have in there, I don’t want you to be embarrassed about it.
Eventually, you will trust me with all your secrets.
” He leans forward and kisses my stomach over my T-shirt.
Finally, he releases me. “Go shower.”
I back away from him until I reach the door before turning around and fleeing into the bathroom. I’m a ball of confusion. My head is spinning. I can’t catch my breath.
I turn on the shower with trembling fingers before stripping out of my clothes, dropping them into my hamper, and unraveling my braids. The water is barely warm when I step under the spray. It jars me, which I kind of need.
I don’t want to take too long, though, so I grab my shampoo and close my eyes. I spent two weeks dreaming about this man, fantasizing about him doing a thousand things to me. I never, in my wildest dreams, expected him to show up this morning and take over my life.
He’s better than my imagination conjured. The first time I met him, there was something about the way he looked at me that told me he would be extremely dominant. I crave what he’s offering. I need someone I can give shit to who will take it and dish it right back.
I let the water run down my body while the conditioner sets in.
My eyes close as I think about that drawer.
I only own a few vibrators. It’s not like I live in a town where they’re sold at the local stores.
I would never take the risk of ordering one online.
If my grandfather had opened such a package, I would have died of mortification.
Lucky for me, I’m friends with a woman who moved here a few years ago.
Melody is an author, and she sometimes goes to Phoenix or Tucson.
One night, over drinks at her house, she told me she was planning to go to a store that sold sex toys the following week in Phoenix.
She offered to get me something, and it changed my life.
Do I care if Tiago sees my sex toys? No. Not really. He’s right. I shouldn’t be embarrassed by them. Lots of women have dildos and vibrators. What I do care about is him pestering me.
I can already tell he’s going to steamroll me for the next sixty years. I may not be ready to admit that out loud, and it sounds ludicrous even in my head. We’re essentially on a first date. I’ve known him for three hours.
I needed to know I could put my foot down about something and that he would honor it. I’m testing him. If he fails… I don’t know what I’ll do if I walk back into my room and find him holding my vibrators. It won’t be good.
The thought of him using them on me, though… I have to stifle a groan as my nipples tighten under the spray of water. I slide my hands up to cup my breasts, pretending Tiago is touching me. It’s not the first time. The man has been touching me like this every day for two weeks.
But now he’s in my bedroom.
I hurry and finish rinsing off, step out of the shower, dry off, wring my hair until it’s not dripping, and wrap my towel around me. That’s when I realize I was in such a hurry when I came to the bathroom that I didn’t bring any clean clothes. Shit.
With no other options, I open the door, my head held high, and reenter my bedroom, clutching the towel around me.
Tiago is right where I left him, sitting on my bed. He’s looking at his phone when I enter, but he lowers it and sits taller.
“I forgot to bring clothes with me,” I whisper. I’m holding my towel as though it would be horrifying for him to see even an inch of my skin.
He stares at me and licks his lips. “Do you have any idea how unbelievably gorgeous you are?”
I swallow. I’m covered in a towel. My hair is wet. I didn’t even comb it. I have no makeup on.
Also, my heart is racing, my breasts feel heavy, and I clench my thighs together because the way he’s looking at me is making me hornier than I’ve ever been.
This man doesn’t need me to wear heels, slinky dresses, fancy jewelry, and expensive makeup. He’s only seen me in hiking gear. He likes what he sees. Either that, or he’s an amazing liar, but to what end?
He’s tongue-tied. I like it. It emboldens me to come farther into the room.
I step closer to him. “I have a friend named Melody. She’s a romance author.
When she went to Phoenix one time, she bought me two vibrators.
Until I got to know her, I didn’t know a lot about…
well, much of anything. I never had an orgasm until she brought me those vibrators. ”
He swallows. “I’m glad you’re friends with Melody.”
“Does it bother you that my only experience is with something battery-operated?”
“Not at all. It humbles me to know I will be your only partner. It brings me to my knees.”
His confidence is powerful. He’s looking me in the eyes as he turns my world upside down.
“When was the last time you used one of those vibrators, baby?” he asks softly.
“I’ve used them every night since I met you,” I tell him without looking away. Why should I be embarrassed? And why not let him know how he affected me that first day I met him?
He draws in a slow, deep breath. “I’m going to marry you, and then I’m going to make your eyes roll back in your head every day for the rest of your life.”
I believe him. It’s hard not to. He casts a spell on me. I think he casts a spell on everyone around him. He got my grandfather to love him in less than two minutes.
He’s rubbing his hands on his pants. His expression is serious. He’s not laughing now. He’s looking at me with such intent eyes that I can’t help but tremble.
Boldly, I step closer. I consider dropping the towel because I’m so aroused, and I want more of what I’m feeling right now. My inhibitions have flown out the window.
Tiago reaches out and touches the bottom edge of the towel. “I’m going to step out so you can get dressed.”
I bite my lip and nod. I kind of wish he would make my eyes roll back instead, but I’m not daring enough to flat-out ask that.
“The reason I’m not going to flatten you to this bed and show you how much better my mouth is compared to those vibrators is because I’m sweaty and gross, and you’re all clean and smell like heaven.”
Oh . He has a point. It’s absurd that I’m disappointed.
He stands and heads for the door without touching me. When he reaches the doorframe, he grabs it, turns back around, and says, “Pack a few things in an overnight bag to leave at the estate, baby.”
I draw in a breath. “I can’t stay the night, Tiago.”
“Not tonight. No. I’ll bring you home at a reasonable hour so your grandfather is impressed by me. I can be respectful. But one of these days, you’ll end up sleeping over, and then you’ll already have a few things in the mansion.”
“Okay.” The idea makes goosebumps rise on my skin. Three hours into our first sort-of date and I’m packing a bag to leave things at his mansion?
“And Reagan…”
There’s more? I don’t think I can take more. “Yes?”
“Put both vibrators in that bag. They can stay in my room.”
I gasp. “Why?”
He grins. “Because the rest of your orgasms are mine, baby. No exceptions.”
My entire body shivers. Again, I wonder, is he serious? But I know he is. Dead serious. The thought of this sexy man controlling when I get to orgasm is so fucking hot that I’m about to come just standing here. Maybe I can.