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“Like you think I’ve had her six ways from Sunday.” I arch my brow and he sighs. “I’ve got a past, baby. I can’t help that, but my only focus right now is you.”
That does alleviate some of my fears, my insecurities, although not by much.
“Can I show you something?”
At this statement, a million thoughts race through my mind at what he could possibly want to show me. My eyebrows come together.
“It’s not rude, is it?”
He throws his head back and laughs as the text-to-speak rattles off.
“No, it’s not.” He pauses. “Unless you want it to be.”
My eyes roll.
Although there is a part of me that would have no objection to seeing any part of his body. He really is a gorgeous man, all chiselled and built...
He grins. “I didn’t think you were a prude, woman.”
I shake my head, indicating I’m not.
His hand comes out towards me, an offer to take it, and my heart starts to beat faster. I pause for a moment, but then I do reach for it. He feels warm and his skin is rough to my smooth. I swallow hard. Bugger me, what am I doing?
“Come on, Kenz. You’ll like this.”
I’m in huge trouble.
Touching him feels right, so right I don’t ever want to let him go. I feel like I have a split personality. Part of me knows I can’t go there with him and is trying to avoid any intimacy. Another part of me is clamouring for a second alone with him, just so he can take me.
He gives me a smile that nearly melts my underwear off me as he leads me back out of the building and around the side to a small patch of land with a couple of picnic benches scattered in the grass. The whole time we walk, my heart is pounding so hard, I can barely draw air fully before the next beat starts.
What the heck is going on?
All I’m aware of is him and me. All I can focus on is the heavy set of his shoulders, the image of the Devil’s Dogs insignia on his kutte staring back at me and the sound of my own laboured breaths.
He doesn’t release my hand as we walk, his boots heavy on the concrete, my own shoes sounding lighter.
As we move further from the building, and into the shadows, I should feel anxious at being alone with him, but I don’t. I just feel building anticipation at what might come.
He stops at one of the picnic benches, which sits under a tree and signals for me to take a seat. There is lighting out here from a floodlight on the side of the building, but it’s faint this far out, so we’re sitting nearly in the dark.
It’s also cold, the temperature having dropped significantly as the sun has completely disappeared. My light jacket is back in my room, so I’m only wearing a thin sweater.
“You cold?”
I shrug, but he sits down next to me, and without invitation pulls me against his side. I’m enveloped immediately in his heat and the smell of him, his familiar aftershave—a scent that I’m starting to associate with him.
He’s warm and I don’t want to move away, but I also don’t want him to think this is acceptable, so reluctantly, I push at him.
He doesn’t let me go, and he is strong. “Hush, woman. You’re freezing. We need to get you warm.”
He says this as if it is the obvious answer to this problem.
I type on my phone, “I was warm inside.” He rubs a hand up my arm and I forget why I’m mad at him. It feels nice. Too nice. “Why have you dragged me out here?”
He doesn’t release me, but his head tips back to look at the star-filled sky.
“I sit here a lot.”
