“Then why didn’t you?”
Sighing, I knew he wasn’t going to let this drop. “Because I just never saw anyone else in that way. If I was even remotely attracted to anyone else, I would have, but I’m afraid you ruined me for anyone else when you saved me on the playground. Now you’re stuck with me.”
A satisfied smirk played across his lips as he shoved another forkful in his mouth.
“And you? Dare I ask how many other women you’ve bedded?”
“You really want to know?”
Did I? Not really. The jealousy would get to me. I didn’t like the idea that he might have been out giving a bunch of women what only belonged to me. At least this way, I could pretend I was the only one for him.
But there was one thing I had to know.
“Alright, this is going to sound…irrational. I don’t want to know how many or anything like that, but I do need to know, was there anyone in town?”
Smirking, he leaned forward, brushing his thumb over my lip. “Why? Are you going to run out and kill them?”
“Maybe.”
He shook his head slowly. “No one from town.”
Then he pressed his lips to mine in a sweet kiss.
“Good. I would hate to have to feed someone to your pigs.”
“We don’t have pigs anymore.”
“Then I guess it’s a good thing you didn’t stick your dick in anyone in town,” I smile sweetly.
Chuckling, he leaned back into the couch and finished off his plateof food. Knowing there was no one from town made all the difference in the world, but now I felt like there were still a bunch of unknowns. Would I always feel like this, or was it the dopamine from sex messing with my brain?
Deciding there was no moving on from this if I kept thinking about it, I laid on my back, resting my head on his thigh. I felt him lean forward and then heard the clank of the plate on the table as I let my eyes drift shut.
“You’re dangerous for me,” he admitted, his voice gruff and low.
“Same here, buddy.”
“I’m not your buddy,” he growled as his hand slipped into my shirt from the top.
Rough fingers brushed across my breasts before finding my nipple. A small tug sent an instant spark between my legs and shuddered, wondering if it was always like this.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, bending low to press a kiss to my lips.
My eyes fluttered open, staring upside down at the man I had loved for years.
“Is it always like this?”
“Like what?” Another tug at my nipple made my heart kick up. I clenched my thighs as my pussy pulsed with need.
Emotions and silly flutterings of need clogged my throat, making it impossible to speak.
“Is it always like…this?” he asked, sliding his hand down to the apex of my thighs.
I gasped as his fingers slid between my legs, pumping slowly in and out of my wet heat. An overwhelming, dizzying sensation swam in my head with every pulse of his fingers. My heart hammered in my chest, pounding in my ears.
I was hot. I was dizzy. Every sensation felt like I was being set on fire.
A mewling whimper slipped free as he leaned over me, spreading my shirt wide as he took a nipple in his mouth, biting down on it gently.
