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He chuckled, looking for ways to get her to make moves so he could reciprocate. “You think?”
“Don’t you?”
“Now you’refishingfor compliments.”
She belted out one of her big laughs then gasped with wide eyes at the sudden boom of thunder.
He stood and held his hand out, pulling her up.
“That is definitely our cue,” she said as they hurried and picked up as many things as they could.
“I’ll come back for the rest,” he said, hurrying down the pier.
“Guess that means no kite flying,” she lamented as he helped her into the back of the SUV. He drew her seatbelt across her chest and buckled her in then met her smiling gaze. “You trying to spoil me?” she asked.
He held her gaze for a few seconds. “What if I was?”
Her smile softened as her lashes met her flushed cheeks.
He shut her door when the need to kiss her nearly overpowered him. She wanted his kiss, needed it, wasbeggingfor it and yet…what if it was the wrong thing at the wrong time?
He realized he needed the dirty details of what happened to her. How exactly had this maniac abused her? That vile answer would give him what he needed to navigate without hurting her.
He just prayed the psychopath hadn’t made her watch him jackoff on a phone in the name ofhelpinghim learn something. Rukem had manipulated and lied just like any other degenerate to achieve whathewanted. He’d played on her sympathies, her kindness, her generosity and even her ignorance.
All this from a single kiss? Could it get more pathetic?
Highly likely.
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Darby watched as Rukem left to get the rest of their stuff, feeling so lost with him. So desperate and so lost. It was like nothing had ever happened. If he needed it to be that way then she wasn’t about to say a word, but why would he need it to be that way? Did he decide she wasn’t the person to learn sexual pleasure with? Did he regret what he did? Had he found another woman? The one driving them, maybe? She was pretty enough even if she was a little scary.
Stop. Just. Stop.
The point was helping him learn stupid relationship stuff by having a friendship. Much easier said than done. Withhim. He wasimpossiblenot to want in every way a person could be wanted. The more she tried to make him relaxed the more relaxed she became and that was dangerous. She could not trust herself around him. Her stomach tensed as the image of him jacking off filled every inch of her mind. Again. He’d given her cock obsession. She couldnotstop seeing it. It came at all times no matter what she was in the middle of doing. And thelusty soundshe’d made came with it, burning her alive all over again.Can I show you? You think my cock is beautiful? I want to kiss you while doing this. I want you to kiss my cock.
She should have been triggered to hell and back with that, but she wasn’t, not one bit. He was so different. So…otherworldly perfect. She wanted to be the one to show him pleasure for the first time.
The first time. She couldn’t believe he was a virgin. Untouched. He could be hers. As a friend. That fucked. No, just pleasure, he’d renegotiated. That tantalizing loophole she’d decided she wanted to jump through. She just needed to find out if that was still an option on the table. Even with all the sweet things he’d said to her, she wasn’t positive anymore.
Was she being dense?
Maybe.
Better a little dense than humiliating herself by assuming too much.
Her stomach leapt at seeing him headed back. A raven-haired god with glowing muscles and a body that imprisoned her eyes and mind and turned her into a lust-crazed prisoner.
Not even the abuse in her past could touch what he did to her. He walked right through the mile thick sexual walls she’d built around her and she—loved—that—hard. Somehow she just knew that she was safe with him.
She jumped as thunder cracked the air right as he got in the car and shut the door. Thank God there was a privacy panel between them and the woman. “Sooooo, you had fun?” she asked, always finding it easy to slip into her confident skin. Maybe because he was so new at everything and she felt he needed it—and need-meeting was her forte.
“I’m amazed to say Itrulydid,” he said, as he adjusted himself in the seat, drawing her stare to the erotic movements of his hips. “What about you?”
She snapped her gaze up then forward. “So much,” she said, glancing back at him, forcing herself to hold his gaze still on her. Studying. “What?” she wondered.
He shook his head with a, “Nothing,” and raked his large fingers through his beautiful hair. “So, what’s next? I’m getting hungry.”
