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“Neither. I was only stating a fact.”
Several more minutes passed. Her breathing went from light and airy to coarse and choppy. I recognized the change because mine had done the same. The shower earlier had taken the edge off, but that was before she laid her hands on me. Acting purely on instinct, I snaked my arm around her waist, and kissed the exposed skin at the junction of her shoulder and neck where her night shirt had slipped down.
“How’s the pain?”
“Barely there.”
“Good.”
She shifted her hips in an attempt to get more comfortable. Unfortunately, the change in her position pressed her ass directly against my rock-hard dick. I wasn't able to suppress the half-groan, half-hiss that slipped from my mouth. We both froze.
“Uh, Zak?”
“Ignore it, baby.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
My arm around her waist tightened involuntarily.
“What are you saying?”
“If you don’t understand, we’re gonna have huge problems,” she repeated my words from earlier.
“Fuck.”
“Exactly.”
Not giving her the opportunity to second guess her decision, I gripped her waist, lifted her from in between my legs, and rolled until she was flat on her back underneath me. My forearm was planted next to her head in the mattress, holding the majority of my weight off her delicate body. When our eyes met, it was game over. I lowered my head and took her lips in a searing kiss. My tongue speared inside, tasting the mint from her toothpaste and sweetness from the alcohol she’d consumed at the club. It was the last which made me pause.
“I’m not going to fuck you tonight,” I whispered against her lips.
“Why not?”
She circled my neck with her arms, arching her back at the same time. This woman was going to kill me or at the very least, she was going to kill my resolve. I’d never taken advantage of a situation, and I wasn’t about to start now.
“You’ve been drinking.”
“I’m not drunk, Zak,” she insisted.
“There’s no rush, baby. Doesn’t mean I won’t make you come.”
My hand cupped her breast over her T-shirt, kneading the flesh. A gasp filled the air when I pinched her nipple, twisting the tiny nub until it grew stiff between my fingers. Her responsiveness turned me on faster than an eager teenager on prom night.
“Please,” Pru groaned.
“Please, what?”
“More.”
“As you wish, my queen.”
Clothes flew in every direction as I made quick work of stripping us both. When it was all said and done, Pru’s shyness won out. She grabbed the duvet and covered herself, shielding her sexy body from my view. I hated the way she hid from me, but I also knew it would take time. We’d get there eventually. In the meantime, I reached over, turned off the light on the bedside table, then crawled under the covers, resuming my previous position half on top of her.
“Better?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.”
