Decided, he lifted his chin toward the staircase. “Then get upstairs.” Thrill filled me even as nervous butterflies fluttered wildly in my belly. “Are you going to be this bossy all the time?” “Did you think I would be anything but in charge when we fuck?” No. No, I guessed not. The man was a dominant, sexy bastard. And I realized that was part of his appeal. I’d spent my whole life making decisions for my daughter, for myself. Everything came down to my choices, my actions. It was exhausting. But with Walker … I trusted him to take charge in the bedroom and make me feel good doing it.
