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Then, he tutted. “Good girls answer questions when they’re asked.”
I froze.
Good girl?
Oh, fuck.
Fuck.
He’d said it before but had used sweet girl more.
Now, in that tone,good girldid things to me. Things that I shouldn’t feel. Things that should be illegal.
But Digger, in that way of his that unnerved me, that took the wind from my sails, that put me on my ass, had given it a different connotation.
A connotation I didn’t just like… one that made me melt.
Then, he broke into the stasis he’d set me in by chuckling. Gracing me with more of that deep, rumbly goodness, except this time, my knees were next to his sides and Ifeltit.
“You like that, huh?” His hand scraped over my abdomen, bringing the skin to life in a wave of goosebumps. Then, his fingers dipped below the waistband of my jeans. I groaned at the heat there. “Talk to me, Mary Catherine.”
“MaryCat,” I snapped, more insistently than before.
“Only good girls get called by their nicknames,” he vowed.
I shuddered then stunned myself by lying, “I don’t want to be a good girl.”
His brow arched as he started to unfasten the fly of my jeans. Wordlessly, he worked, lowering the zipper so that he could thrust between the tines. When he scraped over the front of my panties, I cried out, “Oh, James. Oh, my god.”
“I think all this slick tells me how you feel about beingmygood girl, MaryCat.”
I swallowed as he traced over my sex, not aggressively but…thoroughly.
That was the only way I could think to describe it.
Over the cotton fabric, he explored every inch of me, leaving me unable to deceive him about how his dirty talk affected me.
When he rubbed my clit then retreated, I whimpered.
“Tell me if you want to be my good girl, MaryCat.”
I licked my lips. “In bed, yes.”
He laughed. “Good save.”
My hand fell to his abs as a thought drifted into being—an important one. One that I had to clarify.
“I needed to be rescued. I don’t want to be saved.”
That had him stilling, his eyes narrowing on me, but I held his gaze without blinking. His hand retreated from my jeans, and though I wanted to cry about that, I didn’t.
He might have incapacitated me, might have turned my body into a traitor, but that didn’t mean I was going to concede defeat on this.
“I won’t let you get hurt,” he rumbled eventually.
“Then protect me. Defend me. But this isn’t a battle that needs fighting with fists. Words should do.”
His brow furrowed. “How can you say that? Why are we even here if that was enough?”
