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Yes. I know what you mean.
A pang speared my chest. Skylar had a huge heart. She had big feelings because she wore her heart on her sleeve. She was brave and fierce.
She licked her lips and her eyes locked with mine before they darted away. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t even know why I’m telling you any of this.” She stared straight ahead with a sad, faraway gaze. “You don’t want me, either. Last night… You see the problem. I can’t… It’s the same with Sean. I can’t orgasm. I was so turned on. Still, it doesn’t matter. I can’t let go and enjoy it even when I want it the way I wanted it last night.” She shook her head and raked a hand over her face. “I’ll leave you alone. I shouldn’t have even come here.”
She stood and moved to the door. Instinctively, I got up and followed. I wrapped my hand around the door handle.
“Last night was…” My neck heated. “I couldn’t last, Skylar. I’m sorry. It was me. Not you. It surprised me, that’s all. I got too… It was a little…” My tie suddenly felt too tight like a noose around my throat. I loosened the knot. “… Overwhelming. If I didn’t satisfy you, then that’s all on me, not you. Don’t run out of here like this. Please. Let’s keep talking.”
Tears glistened on her proud, pale face. “I don’t want to talk anymore. I’m done. Don’t worry about me. I won’t bother you again.”
My heart thumped erratically, and I should have let her go, but my fingers gripped the door handle so tightly they ached. Her blue, tear-filled eyes reflected glimmers of light. They were full of expectation. She made me feel the way I did when I walked through the park full of crocuses pushing their heads above the dirt in spring. There was so much ugliness in the world, but some things could still be so beautiful they made you ache.
I carried this heavy knot inside of me all the time from trying to do the right thing. From always trying to be in control. Always trying to be perfect. I didn’t want that anymore. I just wanted her. I wanted to feel myself moving inside of her. My gaze froze on her soft mouth. I needed to trace the outline of her lips with my thumb. I’d never wanted anything so badly. Sean Wallace might have been a selfish lover, but I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more than this woman’s nails clawing my back and my name on her lips when she was so twisted up with need she could only cry out.
My heart pounded so hard she could probably hear it. I met her longing gaze with my own and traced my thumb over the soft line of her jaw. Her eyes fluttered shut and she shivered with need. Oh God. I was touching her. Why was I touching her again? I couldn’t touch her. This was so wrong. But what did it matter now? We’d already crossed the line. It had already gone too far.
She hesitated, measuring me for a moment, before she leaned up and whispered in my ear. “The only time I’ve ever got close to getting myself off, I was thinking about you.”
A rush of adrenaline went through me and the pit of my stomach churned. I couldn’t let her walk away thinking there was something wrong with her. Sean Wallace might have been an ace on the football pitch, but it didn’t take muscles to please a woman. It took listening, consideration, patience, and a willingness to learn. Skylar Marshall was perfect. I had to show her.
I pulled her toward me and my lips found hers. She gave a shocked gasp, then her arms encircled me and her hands locked against my spine. I didn’t have Sean Wallace’s muscles and I’d never understood the offside rule, but I’d show this woman how perfect she was if it was the last thing I ever did.
Chapter 23
Skylar
Reece’s lips crashed down onto mine. His tongue thrust its way between my lips, and I succumbed to his devouring kiss. His lips seared a path over my neck and he spoke between hot, fervent kisses. “You said you were thinking about me when you touched yourself. What were we doing in the fantasy?”
The back of my neck heated. I opened my mouth and closed it again. I’d never been shy, but I’d never spoken so directly about what I liked with anyone before. Sean had never asked.
Reece’s lips blazed a path along my jaw. “Tell me. Whatever it is. I won’t judge you.”
“You… Your voice. You’re talking to me.”
“My voice? Dirty talk?” His words were a hot whisper against my jugular.
“No… not dirty… I hate that. Sean says things like that, that I’m a filthy girl and a slut. I don’t like it. I don’t want to be a bad girl. It doesn’t make me feel good. I want to be…”
Warmth stroked my cheeks. These things felt so unnatural to talk about. I coughed to cover my embarrassment.
Reece stopped his amorous assault. He studied my face and frowned. “You don’t want to be a bad girl?” His dark eyes locked with mine. “A good girl?” he said softly.
My body flooded with heat at the sound of those words on his full lips. I nodded. “Yes.”
He drew away from my neck. His expression darkened, and his gaze roved over my body. “Get on the couch.”
I blinked to hide my confusion. “Pardon?”
Slowly, he removed his blazer and hung it on the back of his chair. He rolled up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt to the elbows in his slow, controlled way. I couldn’t tear my gaze from the dusting of dark hair that smattered his muscular forearms and his long, elegant fingers. His masculine, self-confident presence made my heart hammer.
With one smooth step forward, he towered over me. My back hit the door and he boxed me in with a hand either side of me.
He leaned in to whisper in my ear. “You heard me. Be a good girl and get on my couch.”
He reached around me to snick the lock on the door. Then he crossed to the windows and pulled the cord. The blinds raced down in a resounding whoosh, making the room dim. A shiver of anticipation shot up my spine. He didn’t need to tell me a third time. My knees were weak as I moved to the other side of the room and sat on his cool leather couch. He loosened the knot in his tie and towered over me, still and serious.
“Lie back.” His voice was calm and composed but his eyes blazed with fire behind his glasses.
