Seconds pass before I finally calm down enough to move.
Staring at my hand, her chest rises and falls. Barely blinking, I can only imagine the thoughts in her head. An hour ago, I wouldn’t put it past her if she was considering cutting my cock off. But now…
I swallow hard.
“Do you want to fuck?”
Her eyes flick up, and for a sure second, she doesn’t give me an answer. As soon as that passes, her mouth curls into a scowl. Leaving my question unanswered, she stands. While I’m wondering if her knees are the same color as her cheeks, she abandons me entirely.
I can’t lie. I’m disappointed. Right now, pressing her into this mattress is all I can think about.
Digging around in her stuff, I’m soon hit with a pack of makeup remover wipes. She wipes her fingers off with a few in her grip, jerking her chin at me to do the same.
Unwilling to address what just happened between us, she drops onto the other mattress and stares at the wipes.
“You can’t tell anyone.” The words leave her in a rush.
“That I had you on your knees?” Giving her a cocky grin, it falls when she lifts her eyes.
“You saw my scars.” Her fingers tighten around the wipes. “I don’t even let Penelope see them.”
Ugh. Nothing better than talking about trauma after a mind blowing orgasm. Sighing, I wipe my fingers clean. “You saw mine too.”
Her nose scrunches. “You fuck every woman who comes across your path.”
True. “Secrets are best kept in the dark. If the lights aren’t off, then I keep my shirt on. Easy as that. Just like how you wear pants despite the weather being hot as hell.”
Oh, that delicious pink keeps coming back to her cheeks. I like that. She’s surprised that I’m observant of her, is that it?
“If people see them, they won’t think you’re weak.” I feel weird reassuring her, but I can’t help but feel the need to say the words. “After today, you’ve proven that you’re pretty badass.”
She frowns at my compliment. “They don’t just make me look weak. They make me ugly.”
Caught off guard by her honesty, I’m even more surprised by such a stupid thought. “What in the hell are you talking about? You’re gorgeous.” Realizing just how easy it is to be honest, I toss away the package and wipes, ignoring her confused look as I settle on her bed. “Take it from the guy who saw you basically naked. You’re like… a solid eight.”
More like an eleven, but I don’t want her to let the compliment go to her head.
She’s silent, and I’m quickly learning that I don’t like it when she has nothing to say.
Staring at the ceiling, I fight the urge to coax her back over here. “Your secret is safe with me as long as you keep mine locked up too.”
Just thinking about it makes my back itch. If the silence gets any thicker, then I’m going to start hearing the same mocking tone of my old man’s voice as clear as it had when it used to haunt me.
Hearing her sigh softly, possibly a sigh of relief, I feel the same when she shuts off the light, engulfing us in darkness. We’re on the same page now, I think. As same as one can be with whatever in the hell just went down.
Not having a clue what to think about Raven and what has gone on today, I clutch her pillow and press it to my face, hoping I can make myself pass out so I can get some relief by not thinking about it anymore. Instead, I’m breathing in, inhaling her scent.
One inhale turns to two, and before I know it, my cock is swelling.
Fuck.
This babysitting gig needs to be done before I start realizing that this woman is doing things to me that I won’t be able to reverse.
6
Raven
I don’t sleep for longer than a couple of hours before waking up. With the anomaly in this room sleeping only a few feet away, snoring ever so comfortably, I’m restless.
