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Huh, how could I let anyone know all of me? I didn't even know all of me.
“Listen,” he said, his tone sharp, “I've seen plenty of shit in my life. I can't imagine that you've been through anything that I can't handle.”
“It's just stretchmarks,” I insisted, closing my eyes when he glared. “And... scars.”
A cold fear gripped me, causing the hairs on my arms to raise. No one had ever seen or felt the self-harm scars on my thighs. They were hidden, a secret that I vowed never to share. And here I was, stupidly forgetting that there was a chance that he'd find them... he'd gone further than any man had before.
He reached for me, holding his hands up in surrender when I scooted away and stood directly under the stream of water. The tip of his cock still pointed to the ceiling. How was it that he was still turned on right now? Maybe he'd taken a Viagra to ensure that he stayed hard enough.
Hugging myself, I licked my lips and glanced over to the marble sink. It was too hot and I was too bothered by the memories that drove me to cut myself.
“I think I want to go,” I muttered when he stayed silent.
Approaching me slowly, he offered his hand, his brooding eyes softening when I slipped my wet fingers into his. He tugged me gently, inviting me to go closer. I froze, suddenly aware that all my demons were thrashing around in my mind, trying to wreak havoc on my joy. They were quick to strangle anything that dared to look good.
“You hurt yourself?” His tone was higher pitched than normal.
My initial nod turned into a shake of the head. “Yes, but not anymore.”
His silence was an invitation for me to tell him more. I wasn't used to someone wanting to know my story. He already knew that I’d been abandoned, did he need to know more?
“I won't force you to stay,” Joe said when I didn’t go on, “but...” He paused as he stroked my elbow, “... I won't touch you anymore tonight if you're not ready. If you stay, I'll hold you and chase your fears away.”
Rubbing a wet hand over my face, I sighed. He smiled when I looked at him, his expression suddenly amused. Oh shit, my make-up.
Using my fingers, I scrubbed under my eyes, hoping that I'd cleared away the black mascara. Nothing showed my sophistication more than looking like a panda. “This isn't quite what I imagined in my fantasy.”
“Fantasy?” He stood taller, seemingly forgetting about my scars, which was a relief.
My heartbeat increased as he watched me, his jaw tight. “Yeah,” I said, inching closer, “ever since I saw your handsome face, I've been fantasising about what you could do to me.”
He inhaled and leaned forward, his breath exhaling before his lips touched mine softly. “I'll let you derail me this time because I'm intrigued,” he said, “but I still want to know about your demons.”
I froze, my stomach bubbling in nervousness as he stroked a finger down my cheek.
“Those bastards are never being revealed,” I muttered, retreating slightly.
He reached for me, his fingers wrapping around the tops of my arms as he pulled. I had no choice but to look up at him and allow him to stare into my eyes intently. “You will tell me,” he whispered, “I have to know all of you. You're not allowed to hide.”
I swallowed down a rising doubt as his features softened. The humidity of the shower made it hard for me to breathe... who was I fucking kidding? Not only was he hot as fuck, he had offered to ease my demons… if I was prepared to show him what they were. Jeez, if he wasn't careful, a girl could fall for him.
“I'll stay,” I whispered, pressing my lips against his in a chaste kiss. “Please.”
He released me and stepped out of the shower. The water dripped down the ridges on his stomach and ran the length of his cock, which was still as hard as a marrow. As tempting as it was to ask him whether he'd geared himself up with drugs, I resisted, instead taking his proffered hand and allowing him to pull me out from my hiding place.
“You can silence my demons with that thing.” I raised my eyebrows and nodded at his huge dick.
Tilting his head to the side, he put his hands on his hips and smirked. “I'm not sure you're ready to handle this.”
My mouth dropped open as he reached for a towel, holding it up for me as I followed him. I accepted the luscious material and wrapped it around myself, feeling vulnerable all of a sudden. I shouldn't have been surprised by his arrogance, I had started the banter. However, his reply had stung, considering he knew that I was a virgin. Instead of letting him know that he’d affected me, I kept my expression blank, determined to keep him at arm’s length.
“I think I could handle you,” I quipped back, rubbing my skin dry.
Glancing over his broad shoulder, he smiled, his eyes widening as he moved towards the bathroom door and opened it, calling back when he went through. “Time will tell, my little one.”
A choke almost closed my throat as I rushed out behind him, just to watch his tight arse as he wandered to the kitchen area and opened a drawer. When he saw me admiring his gorgeous frame, he quirked an eyebrow. The whole evening hadn't been what I’d expected. Where was the ripping off of clothes and mad love making?
Instead, he was holding up a fork and a bowl of strawberries. Seriously?
