Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
There’s never been a girl who’s made me want to think long term, but that’s exactly what happens when we’re together. The scary part is, I might be the only one doing it.
I remind myself to slow my roll.
We have time to figure out what this is.
“Sometimes I think about walking in on you in the locker room.”
“Tell me what you’re doing when you think about me.”
She draws her lower lip between her teeth. Just when I think she’ll refuse to answer, she says, “Touching myself.” Her brows pinch as frustration flickers in her eyes. “But it’s never enough to get me there.” She glances away. “Ever since Nathan… I just can’t seem to…” Her voice trails off as heat gathers in her cheeks.
“Get off?” I palm her backside, squeezing and massaging her ass. “That’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“I know.” Sadness weaves its way through her tone. “It just sucks. I hate it.”
I search her face, wondering if there’s more she isn’t telling me. “Are there other issues?”
When her gaze darts away, I slide my fingers beneath her chin and gently turn her face until there’s no other choice but for her to look at me.
“Tell me. Whatever it is, we can work through it together. I promise.”
She releases a shaky breath. “This is so humiliating.”
“It shouldn’t be. How can I help if I don’t know what you’re struggling with?”
After a few silent moments, her shoulders wilt. “I think what I like might be a little fucked-up.”
“That’s doubtful.” My fingers stroke the silky-soft skin of her jaw. “Give me an example.”
Her teeth scrape across her lower lip before she whispers, “I like when there’s kind of a thrill to it.”
A thrill?
I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “Like having sex in public?”
She nods.
Her admittance has my cock hardening even more than before. “Okay. Nothing strange about that. Plenty of people do.”
This time, her words come a little easier. “I like being spanked.”
“Who doesn’t?” Even though I’m not bored in the least, I force a yawn. “Anything else?”
Her brows rise. “Anal. I’ve always wanted to try it.”
Well, fuck.
“Sometimes I like to use toys.”
It’s entirely possible I just came in my boxers.
I shake my head in genuine confusion. “There are a lot of people who enjoy those things. Why would you think any of it makes you fucked-up?”
Color flags her cheeks. “Because Nathan would tell me what a dirty little whore I was for liking everything he did to me. He made sure I knew no one would ever be able to get me off the way he did.” She presses her lips together before admitting, “I think he might be right.”
Air leaks from my lungs in painful little bursts.
If I didn’t already hate the bastard for what he put her through, her soft confession would do the trick. I’d like to wring his neck for planting these ideas in her head. He introduced her to sex and then made her feel bad about it.
It’s so twisted.
It takes every ounce of self-control not to swear a blue streak.
Instead, I cup her cheeks and force her to meet my steady gaze. I need her to see the earnestness in my eyes. “There’s nothing messed-up about you, baby. And there’s certainly nothing wrong with the way you enjoy having sex when it’s between two consenting adults. He’s the one who was messed-up in the head. Not you.” I draw her face close enough to brush my lips across her forehead. “Never you.”
A shuddering breath falls from her lips. “Thank you.”
“For what, baby? I haven’t done anything but tell you the truth.”
“You’ve done a lot more than that. You’re the first person to tell me there isn’t anything wrong with what turns me on. That it doesn’t make me some kind of deviant.”
“The last thing you are is a deviant.” I hold her cheeks in my palms. “Do you hear me?”
“Yeah.” Her eyes search mine. “I’ve told you all the things that turn me on. What about you? What gets you off?”
I flex my hips. “I think you can feel that everything you just mentioned gets me hard.”
For the first time since this conversation began, a small smile lifts the corners of her lips as she rubs herself along my erection.
“Do you ever masturbate? Or is that a stupid question because you can pretty much have sex whenever you want?”
“It’s not a stupid question. And yes, I jerk off.”
Her eyelids grow heavy as she continues grinding against me. “When was the last time you took matters into your own hands?”
“This morning after class.”
“Did you think about me?” Her voice dips, becoming low and husky.
“You’re the only one I thought about. The only one I’ve been thinking about since we met.”
A devilish glint enters her eyes. “Good.”
When she shifts again, a tortured groan escapes from me. Whether she’s deliberately trying to or not, this girl shreds every bit of my self-control.