RHYS
Isure as shit didn’t miss that.
My dick reminded me every damn time I saw or thought of Lo that I should fuck her till she couldn’t move without thinking of me. Till my dick was coated in her sweetness. Till she begged and begged.
I just hadn’t expected her to say it.
Or to double down—which was exactly what she did.
With a tilt of her head and a raise of her stubborn jaw, she met my gaze. “I guess that’s technically a statement, not a question, but you get the idea.”
“Lo…” The one word came out tortured before trailing off. Had more I should say. More I needed to say. But I couldn’t force the words out.
She held up her free hand. “Not now, of course. We’ll wait until all this is wrapped up.”
Christ, I’d made a mess of it.
Letting her think I was a cruel prick would’ve been the smart thing to do. I could’ve stopped touching her. Eased back. Just let sleeping dogs lie for the remainder of the time together, then waited the five minutes it would take for her to forget about me.
But I didn’t ’cause I had no control when it came to Lo. I couldn’t stand her thinking I didn’t want her. And that idea that I’d hurt her made me feel like I was coming outta my damn skin.
A lot of fuckin’ good that did when I was about to do it again.
“That can’t happen,” I forced out as I released my hold and took a big step back. “Not now. Not once this is done.”
“Why not?”
Yeah, why the hell not?
“You’re too young for me,” I reminded—whether it was for my benefit or hers, I couldn’t say.
“Not that young.”
“Okay, I’m too damn old for you.”
Her mouth twitched, and some of the brightness was back in her eyes. “It’s okay if you’re worried about keeping up. It’s a valid concern. I promise to go slow the first time.”
Fuckin’ hell, I’m gonna make a fool of myself and come in my damn pants if she keeps talking like this.
I swallowed a groan and clutched at that last thread of control. “The first time would be the only time.”
I expected a pout, scowl, or another mouth twitch.
Instead, it was a hot as sin smirk that curved those fuckable lips. “If you say so.”
“I do.”
“Sure.”
I scrubbed my palm down my face. “There are things I like?—”
“I know. Harlow told me.”
“And look what happened. That was the start of you freezing me out, and I highly fuckin’ doubt she told you more than a vague idea.”
“That wasn’t why.” At my skeptical eyebrow raise, she rushed on. “I’m serious, that part wasn’t a surprise. My problem was that she said you made women call youSir. All I could think about was how disgusted you looked when I said it, even though we both knew I hadn’t meant it that way. Add in the rest, and I wanted nothing to do with you beyond my job.”
Fuckin’ hellfuck, that burned.
