Page 53 of Undefeated

Oh, perfect. Add salt to the wound, Shane.

As he lowered his arms, his chest flared. The muscles on his stomach were rippled down to the ‘V’ that formed at his waist. His body defined physical perfection. As I admired his body, I knew I must respond in some sane fashion.

“Babe?” he asked again.

“I just…” I paused, thinking of what to say next.

I inhaled and smelled the basil again. It was a calming fragrance. As I began to speak, he took a short breath. He seemed slightly nervous.

“Babe, it’s time,” he said as he reached down and began to remove his ragged boots.

I froze.

“Time time?” I muttered. I felt flush.

He nodded, “I want you to know something. This is not my opinion. It’s not something I just say to say it. This is what I feel. Kace, I love you. It might seem strange to hear, it might not. But I know it just as sure as I know anything. I love you,” he paused and looked down at the floor.

Officially melted.

“And,” he looked up from the floor.

“The time has come,” he tossed his boots into the living room and removed his socks.

Eeeeeeeeeek!

I closed my eyes and inhaled again, feeling as if this was a dream. I had no idea what to do, what to say, or where to move. I was stunned. I stood in the kitchen – clearly in shock. It’s been four years. I wanted to tell him I loved him, but I couldn’t speak – at least not intelligently. I wanted this to be perfect for him. I wanted it to be romantic. I wanted candles, rose pedals, and dimmed lights. I wanted slow passionate love making. I wanted to feel his body softly become one with mine. I heard his belt unbuckle. I opened my eyes.

Shane Dekkar naked.

His cock was thick, long, and twitched as it began to rise.

No love making.

No.

I wanted fucked.

Hard.

I yanked my top off and threw it somewhere. I began to fumble with my bra, but couldn’t remember how to remove it. Slowly, he began to step toward me, reaching for my back.

“No!” I screamed.

I have no idea where that came from.

He stopped and looked at me, confused. I dropped my bra to the floor and unbuttoned my shorts. As I wrestled my shorts to the floor, he took a step toward me.

“No!” I screamed.

He stopped again, “Babe?”

I tried to think of every scene in every book I had read in the last four years on my Kindle. C.D. Reiss. E. L. James. Kylie Scott. Kendall Grey. My mind raced as I removed my panties. I began to get excited and feel like my thoughts were becoming jumbled.

Oh God. Not now. Let me speak.

“Like Ripp says,” I blurted. I could feel my pussy dripping down my thighs.

He looked at me as if I had spoken Chinese. I pointed at my mouth, rolled my eyes, and took a breath.