That got out of control really quick. I’d be a hypocrite if I didn’t admit that I enjoyed every minute of it. When he looks at me with that cocky look of his and tells me it’s time for a lesson, my heart beats out of control. It’s excited and fear of the unknown—all rolled into one. I’ve jumped into this thing with Bull, pretty quick. Really quick—even too quick, if you take into consideration how we met. I can’t help it. I’m drawn to Bull, and whatever he’s going to give me, if it is half as good as I just got, I am more than ready for more.

“Lesson?” I ask him, wishing I could keep the nerves out of my voice.

“Lesson one, you just had. I know exactly what you need, and I’ll always make sure you get it. Lesson two, Skye, is that you do not put yourself in danger.”

“I told you it was just a few minutes,” I defend. I know he’s right. I normally would never leave my door unlocked, but I was so excited to see him tonight, and I wanted to refresh and put lotion all over my body…it was stupid, but I’d never admit that to him. I wanted to go the extra mile for him.

He pulls my robe the rest of the way apart. Considering what we’ve just done, I shouldn’t be embarrassed, but I have the strongest urge to pull it back together. I manage to stop myself. I’m not a shy virgin. I’ve not been for a long time. It’s just, whatever this is with Bull seems more intense. I feel…exposed in ways I never have before.

I try to still my nerves, and help, letting my robe fall to the floor.

“Woman, you fucking take my breath away,” he growls, and the timbre of his voice sends little pulses of electricity through my body. My already drenched center, gets impossibly wetter.

This man is becoming precious to me. My eyes go to his large hand as he caresses the underside of my breast, and then follows the curve of my side to the flair of my hips. His touch is warm, slightly abrasive and intoxicating. The way he takes his time and his thumb pets my skin at the same time, makes my knees weak.

“Bull…”

“Shhh…I’m admiring the view.”

“The view?” I murmur.

“It’s not often a man gets to look at perfection, let alone claim it, Skye. I’m a lucky motherfucker. I’m going to savor the moment—just like I’m going to savor you.”

Has anyone every talked to me like that? Has anyone ever made me feel special? I haven’t felt like anything other than a mom in so long. Bull reminds me that I’m a woman and apparently to him, a beautiful one.

“Kiss me…,” I beg because as good as this is, I need more.

His eyes had been watching his hand. At my plea, he looks up and there’s this dark look in his eyes. It doesn’t scare me. It just inflames me.

“In time, baby. Right now, I need you to get on the bed on your hands and knees.”

“But…”

“You’ll like where we’re going. Just trust me.”

That’s what I’m afraid of. I may like it too much. I nod, and do as he asks. My fingers grab into the covers, and I try not to think about how exposed I am.

“Lower, Skye. Scoot your legs out so you get lower to the bed for me, and stick your ass up high,” he orders. His hand wraps around my hip, and he helps place me where he wants me. I’ve never felt small in my life, but Bull makes me feel small and delicate. It’s an amazing thing since I’ve spent most of life being awkward and unsure.

“Such fucking perfection. Do you know why I was so upset you left the door unlocked, Skye?”

I don’t answer. My heart is beating so hard, I couldn’t find my voice right now if I tried.

“You put something I care about at risk,” he says, and his hand comes down hard against my ass. The sensation of fire flaring on my skin spreads under his hand, and I shudder from the burn. I don’t object, and before I even can, his hand comes down again. I whimper, and stretch my body through the pain.

“I care about you Skye. I live in a fucking dark world, and you and Matthew bring me peace. Do you know how worried I got that something had happened to you?” he asks, delivering another slap. “What if it hadn’t been me that found you? What if some stranger came in and took what you are giving me now? What if he hurt you? What if he had killed you? Do you know how that would have destroyed Matthew’s life? What it would have done to me?” he asks his questions, while his hand comes down again and again, simultaneously.

With each blow my excitement increases. Liquid heat runs through me, and I know I’m soaked, needing him in ways I have never needed or wanted another. How does he know what I like so well? Is it coincidence? Does he know what a tight routine my life is, and how divine it is to turn that over to him? How I want him be in control, when it comes to this one aspect? Does he know how much it turns me on, to have him use my body without asking? To take what he wants? To be a man. God, I’m dying to have him inside of me. Dying for whatever he does next. Anticipation is pounding through my bloodstream, and I can hear my breathing turn ragged, as I wait. With his last blow, his touch changes. His hand caresses the skin, and I feel the press of his lips too. His hand strokes through the burn. It feels as if he is reassuring me—letting me know that he cares.

“Fuck, it’s so hot watching as your soft, white, ass turns pink with the outline of my hand. You were made for me, weren’t you, Skye?”

I want to answer him, but my body is on fire. Instead, I buck against his hand.

“Please, Bull…”

“I got you, sweetheart,” he tells me. I hear the sound of his zipper, and the rustle of his clothes.

I look over my shoulder, he’s naked and so breathtaking my arms quake—nearly giving out, unable to support me. He gives me that cocky grin of his when he reaches into his discarded pants pocket, then pulls out at least seven condoms connected and hanging down like a ribbon, promising a night of pleasure. My eyes grow large.

“I’ve got more in the other pocket,” he promises, as he places them on the bed by my knee. I’m starting to wonder if I will survive tonight.