Page 56 of Worth the Wait

“Let your guard down for one second.”

“That’s crap,” she says through a laugh, but I can hear the truth edging her words.

“You change the subject every time I ask about more of you. You push away every time the kiss becomes too serious. You⁠—”

“I don’t do that,” she asserts, but she damn well knows she does.

“Then why is it so hard for you to lie here in bed with me and just...and just be.”

“Because beds are for sleeping or for sex.”

“Then come here, let’s go to sleep.” I reach out to pull her toward me to call her bluff, and when she swats my hands away, I know it worked.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s...it’s too close.”

“It’s too close?” I laugh. “I can stick my dick in you, but lying beside me is too close to you?”

“It’s not the same.” She huffs.

“You’re right. It’s not. And the having sex part is the one that makes us closer than sharing the same sheets if I’m not mistaken.” I run my hand down her back in an attempt to show her I can touch her and it’s okay. “Why do I make you uncomfortable?”

“You don’t.”

My chuckle is the only sound in the room. “I’m a negotiator, Desi. Trained to listen to what’s not being said and see things that others are trying to hide...so, nice try.”

“God, you’re a pain in the ass,” she groans.

“And you’re a confusing one.”

“Actually quite the contrary,” she says as she turns to face me and sits cross-legged. Her perfect tits are on display and the dark patch of hair covering her pussy blends in with the shadows and makes me want to play hide-and-go-seek to find it.

But her eyes watch mine as I scrape them up every inch of her naked flesh until they meet her gaze again.

“Where were we?” I laugh.

“We were talking about how I’m not confusing but rather am every guy’s dream.”

“Every guy’s? I was hoping just mine,” I murmur as my finger traces up the inside of her thigh so she squirms when I slide it ever so softly over those lips of hers, still swollen from our first round.

“That’s the problem.”

“What?” I ask, distracted by the slickness I find there.

“The problem is you.”

“Me?” She moans as I slip my finger between them and coat it with her arousal. “What did I do besides give you an incredible orgasm?”

Her smile is seductive, as is knowing how wet I make her. Her nipples pebble and her head falls back as I slip my finger into her.

Christ. This woman. She’s so careful, so guarded, yet there’s something about her—something that’s untouched—that I want to get to know. It’s not just that she’s vulnerable, but she’s also fucking strong. And I like that. After what she said about her mom, it makes sense why she doesn’t believe men are capable of sticking around. Shit, until I met her, I was the same. I’m not a man who falls for a woman, but hell if she’s not tripping up my feet so I do.

“I affect you,” I murmur.

“So…” she moans and tightens around me.

“So why are you mad at me for that?” I ask as I curve my finger to rub against her G-spot as my other hand runs up and down the length of my shaft.

She widens her legs to give me better access and leans back on her hands. “This is the last time, Reznor. No more after this. I mean it.”

I smile.

Sure thing, Des.

Until next time.