That I can’t fully and completely protect her from what’s out there.
“I’ll quit talking,” she whispers.
Fuck this.
Fuck all of this.
She’s scared, but she doesn’t have to feel alone too.
She’s not alone.
I’m here.
I slide one arm under her pillow, the other around her back, and I tug her against me. “You’re safe,” I murmur.
Her breath rattles out of her, and she loops an arm around my waist and scoots closer.
And closer.
And closer.
Until she freezes as her hip connects with my raging boner.
I don’t move.
Don’t breathe.
I stay still as I can make myself while my heart’s still beating, waiting for her to relax.
But she doesn’t relax.
And my heart doesn’t slow.
It speeds up.
It launches faster when she lifts her head to look at me.
And when she whispers, “Thank you for trusting me,” it hits the stratosphere.
I can’t do this.
I cannot lie here with her, holding her, my cock against her body, and not kiss her.
And so that’s exactly what I do.
16
Sloane
Oh my god,I miss kissing.
And this—this kiss—with no one watching, in the dark, my hands itching to stroke his thick, hard, unexpectedly large erection—it’s everything I need.
Want.
Everything Iwant.
I don’tneedkissing.
