Hyde’s arm hooked around my waist and he pulled my body to his. Sunday mornings had never felt so good.

He’d showed up last night waving his possessive flag all over the place marking his territory, making me fall for him more, even though I tried hard not to fall for that shit. But damn, knowing a man wanted me that much was always going to cause me to fall.

There was no sex to be had because I had my period, but he’d sat through reruns of Friends with me, helped me cook spaghetti for dinner, ordered me to stay on the couch getting my Friends fix while he cleaned up the kitchen after dinner, and then stayed the night. While he hadn’t been able to keep his hands and mouth off me, he hadn’t tried to force anything more. In my book, that shit earnt him a fucking medal.

I placed my hand over his. “Morning, tiger.”

His leg curved over mine, pressing his erection against my ass. Having my period sucked. All I wanted was Hyde inside me, but I wasn’t a woman who ever had sex on her period.

“Fuck, Roe, I need your hand around my dick,” he said as he nuzzled my neck.

“I told you I don’t do dicks when I’m on my period.”

He groaned and ground himself harder against me. “Fuck, woman, you’re a savage.”

I decided to play with him a little longer. The truth was, though, that I wanted his dick as much as he wanted me to have it, so I wouldn’t be able to drag this out for too long. “I’m down with watching you take matters into your own hands.” I made sure to push my ass back against his dick.

While he kept grinding against me, one of his hands moved its way up my body to cup my breast. Tweaking my nipple, he rasped, “You wanna tease me with that ass of yours, you’re gonna end up on your back so I can fuck your tits.”

Desire exploded through me. Fucking my tits sounded like heaven. I teased him some more, making sure to really rub myself against him hard.

He didn’t fail me. Before I knew what was happening, he had me on my back, his knees either side of my body as he knelt over me. Grabbing my hand, he wrapped it around his cock. Eyes to mine, he ordered, “First your hand, then your tits. Next time you wanna tease me, think twice, sugar.”

I licked my lips as I pumped his cock. “I’ve decided that teasing you is fun. And that you are changing my mind about dicks at period time.”

A deep, guttural groan came from him while I got him off. “As in you want my dick deep in your cunt instead of between your tits?”

Hyde had a way with filthy words. They got me hot, even during the time of the month when nothing usually got me hot. But no way was I into what he suggested. I squeezed his dick harder as I moved my hand up and down it. “No. There’s no pussy for you today, but I’m definitely into this tit sex.”

He stopped what I was doing so he could position his dick between my breasts. I squashed them together and held them there so he could focus on fucking them.

The visual of his cock pumping between my breasts, his body driving him towards his release, and the erotic grunts coming from him turned me on far too much. I was going to be left with a need I couldn’t begin to fulfil.

“Fuck,” I muttered while I kept my tits pressed together. “I’m so fucking horny right now.”

He kept thrusting his dick between my breasts. “I can take care of that for you.”

“Yeah. No.” I was still being stubborn. Maybe one day, if we were together for a long time, I’d be into period sex with him, but not yet.

“Christ,” he growled. “This is gonna be fast.”

He only managed two more thrusts before he came. Holding his dick while he directed the cum onto my breasts, he met my gaze and said, “Your tits and my cock need a standing date.”

“I’m on board with that. Especially because you’re gonna cook me breakfast while I take a shower.”

His lips curled up at the ends. “Really?”

“Yes, really. You wanna shoot your jizz all over me, you’re in charge of making food while I clean that shit up.”

“You fucking love that shit, sugar.”

“That may be the case, but I also love food. Almost as much… no, some days, more…. No, scrap that, I always love dick more, but right now I am starving, so you need to feed me if you’ve got hope of ever getting inside me again.”

He chuckled, and I had to say, I loved that sound coming from him. Moving off me, he said, “You got bacon and eggs in your fridge?”

“I’ve got eggs. No bacon. How about scrambled eggs?” I really was hungry, but I also wanted to see how domestic he was.

“Fuck that, we need bacon. I’ll go grab some while you’re in the shower.”

A man after my own heart. I grinned. “Thank God you love meat.”

He chuckled again. “I always did have that going for me.”

Yes.

Yes, he did.

* * *

The man could cook. Good God, could he cook. I hadn’t had bacon and eggs that good in a long time. And then he’d cleaned the kitchen again. Without me even asking. He’d taken charge and ordered me to put my feet up while he cleaned. What man did that?

“How long have you lived on your own?” I asked from the kitchen table where I sat watching him clean.

“Fourteen years.”

“Were you always this domestic? Or did that just come from all those years by yourself?”

“Always. My mother didn’t lift a finger most of her life, so I learnt pretty fucking fast that if I didn’t cook and clean, I’d be hungry and living in filth.”

My heart squeezed at the thought of any child going through that. I’d been blessed with my family. “How old were you when you figured that out?”

His eyes met mine, and I saw the pain there. “Seven.”

He went back to loading my dishwasher while I sat in silence wondering about his life. Now that we were doing the dating thing, I wanted to know everything there was to know about him. But I wasn’t convinced Hyde was the kind of man to share that kind of information easily. I decided to push him a little.

“Are you close to your parents?”

He was bent over the dishwasher, and I saw his body tense at that question. Surprising me, he glanced up and said, “I never knew my father. My mother died when I was twenty-one. She and I were never close.”

I’d figured he wouldn’t be close to them if they treated him like that as a seven-year-old, but I always held out hope that people could change. Mostly, though, they didn’t.

“I love that you’ve chosen to parent your daughter differently.”

He straightened, his body still tense. By the look on his face, I decided I must have said something wrong. “Charlie’s only just come back into my life. My fault, not her mother’s. But yeah, I would never raise a child the way I was raised.”

I frowned. “You haven’t had anything to do with her until now?”

“I was there for the first two years of her life. Shit got in the way of that until just recently.” He watched me closely. It felt like he was trying to judge my reaction.

I stood and walked to him. “Something you need to know about me, Hyde, is that if you’re in my life, I don’t judge you.”

His eyes searched mine for a beat and then he nodded. “Good. I judge myself enough for everyone.”

I knew he was being honest with me. It was right there in his body language and his voice. I realised then just how much Hyde carried his pain with him, and I wondered what he’d been through in life to cause that anguish. I hoped in time he would share it with me so I could help him through it.

He kissed me before smacking my ass—something he seemed to like to do—and saying, “Yesterday you told Fox you were excited about some plans but not sure you could pull them off. What plans are these?”

Figuring that changing the subject was his way of dealing with whatever he had going on, I ran with it instead of forcing him to talk about something he didn’t want to. “I want to convert some of the space in my shop so I can add another room and bring in someone to do waxing. There’s a dress shop a few doors down from me that is flat out, so I figure between the women I have coming in and her customers, there’re enough women to target for waxing. But, I don’t really have the cash to pay someone to do the work, so I’m gonna have to get creative to make it happen. Fox had some ideas. Now I just have to go through them and see what I can do.”

Someone knocked on my front door just as I finished telling him about my plans. When Savannah called out my name, I said, “Shit, I forgot she was coming over.” She was here to tell me all about her big date the previous night.

“That’s your sister?”

“Yeah. Sorry, but we already had plans to go out for lunch today.”

“Let her in. I’ll grab my stuff and get out of here.”

I gripped his shirt as he turned to go into the bedroom. “We need to discuss you taking me on a date.”

“As in out to dinner?”

Honestly, the man had no idea. It had clearly been too long since he’d dated a woman. And it was clearly my responsibility to teach him what he needed to do. “Yeah, as in out to dinner. If I’m gonna do this with you, you’re gonna have to earn it.”

Those lips of his twitched again. I seemed to amuse him a lot. “Noted. I’ll pick you up for dinner tomorrow night.”

I was free tomorrow night, but there was no way I was allowing him to dictate terms to me. I liked to start a relationship the way I intended it to go on. Him always making the decisions was not the way I saw our relationship going.

Shaking my head, I said, “Tomorrow’s no good for me. How about Tuesday night?”

Full points to him for not even blinking an eye. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

I smiled and pulled his face down for a kiss, ignoring the fact my sister’s knocking had grown louder. “I can’t wait to see where you take me.” The first date was everything in my opinion. It set the course for the future. I had high hopes of Hyde rocking my world on a date, just as much as he did in bed.