Page 95 of Make Me Mean It

My head drops back against the wall with a low groan, every bit of patience I had disappearing.

“Will you stop fucking asking me that?”

“Theo.”

The warning in my name makes me look at him.

Connor’s thumb digs into the hinge of my jaw, tipping my face towards his as his mouth finds mine again.

They move slowly over mine, barely any pressure behind them, and I try to deepen it.

Connor pulls back just enough to stop me.

I chase him, but his thumb bites into my jaw, and he kisses me again exactly the same way. Slow. Careful. His thumb brushing my cheek

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Connor murmurs against my lips.

He starts to pull back, but I follow, catching his mouth for another kiss before he gets far.

“Thought you hated me.”

“I do,” he hums, teeth nipping at my lip. “Doesn’t mean I want to hurt you.”

I knock my forehead against his, sucking in a breath before looking at him. “Will you stop? You’re the virgin here, not me.”

His eyes narrow. “I’m not a virgin, asshole.”

My brow lifts, a smirk curling at my lips.

“I’ve just never-” he breaks off, raking a hand through his hair.

“Been with a guy?” I finish for him.

“Yeah.”

His tongue swipes across his bottom lip, and whatever argument I was having with myself ends there. I lean in and catch his mouth again before I can start another one.

His fingers slide into my hair, my head tipping into his hand chasing the pull.

“Have you ever-” he starts.

I don’t give him the chance to finish, catching his bottom lip between mine.

Connor tries again anyway. “Has anyone ever-”

“Don’t hurt yourself, princess.”

His mouth brushes mine as I say it, taking most of the tease with it, because I already know what he’s trying to ask.

I just don’t want to answer.

My tongue runs over the back of my teeth while Connor waits, his breath catching against my lips.

“No,” I bite out, hating that I’ve actually got to say it. “I’m not a bottom.”

Connor searches my eyes, his brow lifting and heat burns up my neck.

I’ve had his cock in my mouth. I’ve come with him watching me. None of that made me want to crawl out of my own fucking skin the way four stupid words apparently can.