THIRTEEN
“Remove your clothing, and lie back so that I might touch you.”
I dragged my gaze up from where I’d been ogling Peter’s bare chest and arms and all the rest of him—and the rest of him was well worth the time spent ogling—and looked at his expression to decide if he was actually serious in thinking he could order me around like that, or if he was so aroused that he just sounded bossy and arrogant.
“You, sir, are nuts if you think I’m going to respond to commands,” I told him, deciding he was being high-handed. As if demanding that I marry him weren’t enough, now he seemed to think he could direct our lovemaking. “I’m all for sharing experiences, and letting the other person have their fun time, and whatnot, but I am not a doormat, Peter, sexually or otherwise. You can’t just tel
