“It really hurt.” I thrust my hand in front of his face. “See.”

He releases a breath, grabs my hand and glances down fast. “I’ll get you a Band-aid when we get home.”

“Oh, that would be so nice.” I continue to delay us because I’m finding great amusement in Rob’s tapping foot.

“Now get in, baby.” He steps to the side of the door, enclosing me further into the small space between him and the car. He’s trying to be nonchalant in his act of urging me to climb into my seat.

“Maybe I should get a manicure.” My eyes scan the street for a nail salon. “Is there a place around here? Chrissy’s nails are always so nice.”

“You’re nails are gorgeous.”

I examine him and the impatience he’s trying to hide makes me giggle inside. I’m honestly surprised he hasn’t picked me up and plopped me in the car by now.

“Yeah, but I should get them professionally done. You know, manicure and maybe a pedicure? What do you think? We could do it together?” I widen my eyes at him and his face falls.

“Paige, get in the damn car.” His voice is all deep, alpha, and demanding. I love it.

“So, that’s a no?” I scrunch my eyebrows.

“Yeah, baby, that’s a no. I’ll paint your nails if you get in the damn car.” He steps closer to me, and I practically stumble into the car.

“Is that a promise?” I ask, swinging my legs in.

He doesn’t answer, the door shuts, and he jogs around the car. He’s barely in the car before the key is cranked in the ignition and the car drives away from the curb.

“Are you in a hurry?” I question and he shakes his head, beginning to chuckle.

“Paige, you’ll be the one complaining when I only make you come two times instead of four. Just remember you decided to be funny when you’re begging me for more.”

After his rant, my laughter bursts out and I bend forward. “Your face was so cute. All concerned about my nails.”

“Yeah, it was hilarious.” He winds the car around the curves and I notice he’s winding through neighborhoods for a short cut home.

“I’m holding you to it though; you’re painting my nails tonight.” I hold my hands up, inspecting how overdue I am for a manicure. I’ve never been one to have a standing appointment every month, but it’s been too long now.

“As long as I can pick the color.” He winks as the Mustang slows down in front of a light.

“You could match my panties.” His eyes flit over to me and a small smile creases his lips.

His tongue sneaks out and swipes across his lips. “Give me a glimpse.”

We’re stopped at the light and his eyes veer down to my crotch. Since I’m not wearing a skirt, I have no choice but to unzip my pants. Knowing we only have seconds before the light changes, my fingers slowly twist the button and even a more tortuous pace to unzip my jeans. “Paige.” His voice is pained. I spread the sides of jeans open, revealing my lacy white pair of panties and he inhales a deep breath. “Jesus,” he whispers and his hand roams over the center console.

I slap his hand and he retracts it a millimeter. “Uh uh,” I shake my head and he narrows his eyes.

“Don’t tease me.” His hand ventures again and it’s hard to forbid him to snake that hand down my pants, his fingers diving into the wetness he induced.

I scrape my teeth along my bottom lip and his chest heaves again. This is fun, making him squirm with want. “The light is green,” I tell him with hooded eyes. Right after horns honk behind us, his extended hand fists into a ball and a low growl erupts from his throat.

“You will regret what you just did.” He throws the car into first through the light and quickly shifts to second.

“Will I?” I shrug one shoulder still giving him the come fuck me eyes.

“You have no idea.”

A couple of minutes later he speeds up the driveway, into the garage and shuts the engine. Twisting to face me, his hand molds to my cheek and his thumb caresses my skin. This is not what I was expecting. I assumed he’d be carrying me inside as he stripped me naked on the way upstairs. “Baby,” he murmurs the term of endearment so lovingly. “Go upstairs to my room, strip down to nothing, and lay on my bed.” His voice is sultry and my panties soak from his directions.

I swallow the lump in my throat and stare into his determined eyes. He wastes no time to follow through with his threat about teasing. He’ll never hold out long enough. As it is, he wants me to undress myself.

“Okay.” My hand fingers for the door handle and when I blindly find it, the door clicks open, but Rob’s lips merge with mine. Gentle, loving, and nothing I want in this moment. Don’t get me wrong, I love when he’s tender and thoughtful, but I’ve craved him all day. There’s no waiting for him to go slow this time around. I want him to slam me against the wall and fuck me until I can’t walk.

“No tongue?” I pout in the seat and a quiet chuckle escapes him when he breaks away with nothing but a long peck to the lips.

“Go, baby.” He sits in the car, waiting for me exit.

I do what he instructs, happy to see Dex’s truck gone and Chrissy’s keys missing from the dish by the back door. The house is quiet, no footsteps or television blaring. It’s only me and Rob until one of them returns and I’m crossing my fingers it’s not for at least a half hour. I wish that thought alone didn’t bring out a million butterflies to my stomach.

When I step into Rob’s room, I’m surprised to see his bed made, the dresser neatly organized with cologne bottles lined up with not a speck of dust. Even his guitar pics are tossed into a dish. The receipts that covered the oak surface are now gone and I contemplate opening his top drawer to see if he swiped an arm along the surface right into the drawer. Even if he did, the rushed act doesn’t negate that fact he straightened his room for me, which brings a gentle tug on my heart.

When I hear the backdoor slam shut, I remember my instructions and toe out of my black flats and shimmy my jeans down my legs. When I grab the hem of my shirt to fling it off my body, I hear his footsteps climbing the stairs. As fast as I can, I unhook my bra and shove my panties off. Jumping onto the bed. My body flits around, as I test out five different positions, deciding which one will make him jump me the fastest.

There’s a soft knock on the door and it opens a sliver. “Ready?”

I change my come and get me pose on the bed one last time.

“Yes.”

He opens the door, steps in, shuts it, and locks it. There’s a bottle of caramel sauce tucked under his arm, a bowl with strawberries, and another bowl I can’t see nestled in the crook of his arm. My body tingles thinking of his tongue licking it off my body.

“You have plans.”

He nods, admitting nothing as he travels over to the bed. After positioning the bowls and sauce on top of his nightstand, he swaggers over to me and climbs onto the bed.

Not removing a stitch of clothing, he straddles my hips and raises my right hand. Reaching back, he whips strips of shredded cloth out of his back pocket and then ties my wrist to his headboard. His eyes concentrate on the task, never veering down to me, or my chest pushed out to entice him.

My body wiggles underneath him, desperate for a release. “Hold on, baby.” He raises my other wrist gently in his hand and ties what I see is a rag from the garage around my wrist. I tug my hand and my back falls back into the mattress unable to move. He stands up and I groan from the loss of his heat. “Now, do I need to tie up those legs or do you think you can control yourself?” He leans over me, dangling two other rags across my already pebbled nipples. The breeze and the feathery light brush across my breast staggers my breathing.

“Rob!” I plea and he chuckles sauntering over to his drawer.

“You should have listened.” He digs through his dresser, revealing a tie. He owns a tie?

My core heats up and I clench from the pure want building to max level inside of me.