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“I did finish it. You had my cock. Believe me, you’ll feel it when you try to walk.”
She puckered her mouth so hard that he wondered if he’d just goaded her into crying again. Wonderful. He was a complete asshole, signed and verified.
“I know that. But that quick wham-bam wasn’t what either of us had in mind.” She marched forward and drilled a finger in his chest, fierce and damp-eyed and so beautiful he had no guard against the knot that formed in his throat. “You afraid you’re not man enough to get me off again?”
“No, I’m concerned I hurt you, and I don’t want to make it worse.”
“Well, don’t worry about that. I’m a big girl.”
He couldn’t stop himself from tucking her hair behind her ear. “Tell me why.”
“Why are women usually virgins? Because they haven’t found the right guy.” She huffed out a cherry-scented breath that blew over his lips and made him want her all over again. “In my case, I tried. Repeatedly. I’m not totally inexperienced. It’s not like I was saving myself.”
He flexed his jaw. He hadn’t ever been anyone’s right guy. Almost-alcoholic reformed womanizers usually weren’t. Hell, there were probably posters depicting his face with a slash through it at college campuses around the country. “You realize you just contradicted yourself, right?”
“If you knew my past, you wouldn’t say that.” Her other fist found its way to the opposite hip so that she was giving him a full-on pout. With her tumbled blond hair, glittering eyes, and curvy body, she was a knockout.
Any man who’d had a chance with her and turned his back had to be a damn fool. Present company excluded. “So why don’t you tell me about it?”
Her eyes flashed, and her chest heaved, giving him an eye-popping view of the tops of the pale tits hidden by her corset. Fuck, he wanted to know if her nipples were the same pink as her mouth. As her pussy. “No, why don’t you—”
“Enough. I’m only going to say this once. I had no intention of walking out of here after a fast bounce.” Stepping forward, he lifted her soft palm to his cheek. “Your hand would’ve done the trick if you didn’t want to take me inside you again. Or those sexy lips. Maybe even these gorgeous tits.” He tweaked her nipples through the corset, relishing the color that flagged her cheeks. “But rest assured, we wouldn’t have been done with each other.”
The sexy lips in question trembled open. “Then why did you zip up?”
“Because we need to set some ground rules.” He reached down and cupped her pussy, rubbing gently. “This changes things. You changed the game on me, and I never play without knowing what it’ll take to score.”
“It changes nothing. I still want—”
“You want. Makes a man think you’re not interested in his needs, darlin’. The thing is, I’ve never been with a virgin.” He spoke against her ear. “Since I’m the only man who’s been inside you, sweetheart, I intend to leave my mark. Gotta make sure you don’t forget who had you first.”
Chapter Four
Jill bristled, her eyes shooting fire. “Stop using that drawl on me.” She leaned closer, pushing the tight tips of her breasts into Bryan’s chest, and his shaft twitched with renewed lust all over again. “Though I resent the sexist implications in your statement, fine, let’s get it over with. I have more condoms.” She shoved away from him, throwing him a startled glance when he caught her wrist.
> “Nope, sorry, no can do. Getting it over with is not an option on the table. See, I told myself you were too sweet and innocent for the likes of me, and then tonight you were so determined to prove me wrong. But I wasn’t wrong, was I?”
How many times had he told himself she was too good, too pure, for a man like him? Not only was he older and much more experienced than she was, he’d never been the kind of guy moms invited over to meet their daughters. Jill’s own mom might have been the one exception, because she’d trusted him. Believed he’d take care of Jill. That he’d never hurt her.
After his own mother had gone AWOL when he was sixteen, Jill’s mom had acted as his mother in a lot of ways. He’d never wanted to risk losing her approval or chance causing Jill any pain when he inevitably let her down. She deserved so much more than he could give, though a part of him had always wanted to try. She was exactly the kind of girl he could’ve settled down with—if he was that kind of man. But he wasn’t. And he hated the idea of hurting Jill.
But maybe these couple of weeks together would get her out of his system so they could both move on before he did her serious harm. And if he handled this right—gave her at least some part of what she deserved—maybe he could minimize the disappointment he’d eventually give her.
Letting people he cared about down was pretty much his standard M.O. Look at Vic. She’d been begging him for the better part of six months to see their mom at her group home, to at least talk to her, and he’d fallen back on his resentment rather than fulfill his sister’s simple wish. Now that he was home for Vic’s wedding, he intended to take that step, but he damn well wasn’t happy about it. His love for his sister outweighed his misgivings, though. Vic—and more recently, Melinda—shouldn’t have to bear the brunt of caring for their mother alone.
Meanwhile, Jill was gritting her teeth. “Virginity doesn’t necessarily equal innocence. I’ve done things. I’ve lived through things—” She swallowed hard, and he realized she was probably thinking about when her mama had died from cancer two years before. That had been so hard on her. On him, too, though she probably didn’t realize that. He hadn’t exactly advertised how much it had hurt to lose his surrogate mother.
“You don’t know what you’re getting into,” he said. In two weeks, they’d be finished regardless, so opening that box wouldn’t do either one of them any good.
Except they already had. At least cracked open the lid. And though he couldn’t help wonder what it would be like to push her limits, he wasn’t sure he was prepared to find out.
After a moment, she spoke again. “Maybe I want to know.”
Touché.
“Maybe you do.” His thumb circled the pulse inside her wrist, and it scrambled, as if he controlled the beat. Knowing he had that effect on her was intoxicating. “You dated a few guys back in school. Respectable ones. You could’ve done this with them. If you wanted.”
“You don’t get to tell me what I want, Bryan Townsend. I make my own choices. Not you.”
