The silence grows, becoming thick and uncomfortable until I become desperate to fill it and blurt, “I’m sorry.”
He kisses my temple. “You have nothing to be sorry about. I’m not looking for a certain answer here, Anna. I’m looking foryouranswers.”
My brows draw together. Nothing about this makes sense. I search his expression. “Am I normal?”
He brushes his mouth over mine. “There is no normal.”
“But, I…” I trail off as a furious blush spreads over my cheeks. Too embarrassed to even speak, I gesture to the bench. “You know.”
A wide grin spreads over his lips. “Came your brains out?”
Mortified, I bury my face in his chest.
A chuckle vibrates across my skin. “I guess paddling your ass isn’t going to be much of a punishment.”
“Ack!” I cover my head with the blanket, and like everything else crazy about this night, a smile lifts my lips. “I’m humiliated.”
He squeezes me tight. “You’re not the first woman to come from a spanking, Anna.”
Jealousy tightens my shoulders, for all the things he chose to share with other women and not me. For the trust he put in them and hid from me. I don’t want to think about that now and burrow deeper.
“What ran through your mind just then?”
Does he miss nothing?
“Nothing,” I say, squirming closer as though I could disappear inside him.
He tugs the blanket down, and I cover back up with my hand, which he promptly pulls from my face before working a finger under my chin. “No evasions.”
Irritation pricks at the base of my spine. “I’m fine.” My voice is so filled with female petulance, I cringe.
One brow rises, and I see that edge slide across his features.
The dominant Mason is back.
My pulse kicks up, and that peculiar burst of defiance tightens my chest.
“I suggest you tell me.” His chin juts toward the large armoire. “I have plenty of toys hiding in there to torture you into submission.”
To my utter amazement, my nipples pull into hard peaks, and liquid heat pools between my thighs.
His expression darkens, and he slides under the blanket still shielding my naked body. He palms one breast, playing with the nipple. “Interesting.”
There’s no surprise in his smug, knowing face.
He pinches, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger until I gasp.
He releases his hold, his hot palm roaming over my skin until he reaches my thighs. “We’ll get to that later. But first, answer my question.”
I’m quickly learning there’s no diverting Mason. I contemplate lying, but what’s the point? Lying isn’t in my nature, and besides, isn’t not being honest what got us into this mess in the first place?
My gaze darts away. “The thought of you…” I trail off, clearing my throat. “Like this.”
“Like what?” he asks, even as understanding brightens his eyes.
“You know.” I wave a hand in the air. “Doing this with other women.”
He strokes my arm as though I’m a ruffled kitten. “I see. You’re jealous.”