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She tilts her head adorably. “Maybe I’ve got some special magic, huh?”
“I think what happened, it has something to do with how cold I’ve always felt, with all the stuff I sing about. With the pain and the loss and the inability to ever feel a damn thing.”
“But you’re feeling now?”
“Yes,” I snarl, knowing I’m getting dangerously close to an admission.
If I tell her the truth – if I tell her she’s going to bear my children one day – what will she say? What will it mean for the Andy situation? What if it all turns to dust?
There are too many questions, not enough answers.
But I can’t keep this contained forever.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Billie
After the meal, Aaron asks if I want to hang around for a while and listen to some music. I’ve never said yes so fast in my life.
Now we’re sitting on the couch, our legs touching, classical music playing from the speaker system all around us.
I turn to find him staring down at me, and then he raises his arm and wraps it around my shoulders. I feel so much closer to him than before the meal, especially when he shared what happened to his parents.
When he spoke about that, it was like a dam burst inside of him, his voice filling with emotion I’d never heard from him before. It was like he was going to leap to his feet and start pounding his chest like a wild beast, roaring to let out some of the agony.
He squeezes me close to him, leaning down, his warm breath tickling and teasing my skin.
“I wouldn’t have expected classical from you,” I say.
He brings his lips closer, pausing bare inches from my face. “I like all kinds of music, not just rock.”
“Me too,” I tell him. “This is nice. Relaxing.”
Does he know I’m stalling?
Every physical instinct I possess is telling me to kiss him, and then to climb into his lap and grind my sex against his crotch, rock back and forth as his cock gets harder, bigger, pushing against me. I remember the way it felt against my belly during our first kiss and my ass when he drove against me on the balcony.
But my mind jerks away at the thought.
He was huge.
He was beyond huge.
I’ve never… what if I can’t…
I wish these nerves would go away, stop spoiling a perfect evening.
“I don’t know.” He smirks. “Being this close to you, Billie, it doesn’t make me feel relaxed.”
Suddenly his lips are on mine. I gasp as our teeth click together in the urgency of our passion, and then we find each other’s tongues, and our mouths fuse.
I lose myself in the feeling of him, the warmth, as his hand begins to slide up my bare leg.
My skin tingles even as my thoughts scream no, not until he knows the truth, not until I’ve warned him.
But I’m powerless to stop him as he softly pushes my legs apart.
My sex feels wetter than it ever has before, my hole soaked, my clit engorged and pulsing.
He slides higher and higher until kissing him becomes impossible. My body bucks when he pushes my panties aside and circles my hole with his finger, a teasing sensation buzzing around my sex, up and down my lips, all over my crotch.
“Fucking hell,” he growls, as his finger slips inside me.
I whimper as my hole flutters around him, as he goes deeper and deeper, pushing right up to his knuckle.
“You’re drenched. Your horny thing. How long have you been all soaked and excited, Billie?”
“All… night…”
He moves his fingers in slow circles, so much hotter and more powerful than in my fantasies.
Pressure builds inside of me as he moves faster, my panties brushing against my clit as he pushes them aside, my lips feeling raw and needy.
Best of all is the feeling deep inside, like there’s a miniature fire at the end of his finger, swirling around me and caressing a tight ball of growing need.
He moves faster when I let out a moan. I buck my hips softly, hoping I don’t look like a jackass.
“You’re so hot,” he snarls. “Especially when you move like that. That’s it, you horny girl. Keep chasing the pleasure. I want you to cream for me, to come all over my hand.”
“Ah, ah,” I moan.
It’s all I can muster. My attention is entirely focused on the feeling between my legs and the sight of him. My man.
He stares hard at me as if savoring every tremor, his feral eyes wide.
My sex starts to make wet noises when he fingers me harder. A blush lights up my cheeks, pulling me out of the moment, as he drives in and another wet sound resounds in the room.
“Don’t you dare get all embarrassed on me now,” he snarls in my ear, his breath a never-ending source of pleasure for me, as it tickles over my ear and down my neck. “That’s just your body telling me how badly you want it. You better start moving those hips again. Now, Billie.”
