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He let out a snort and she wondered if that was him trying not to laugh. “Everything you are doing feels great to me.”
She kept going and felt bad that maybe she was being selfish here. “Tell me what you want.”
He lifted her head with his hand. “I want you to come. I need you to do what feels good so that I know for the next time. You tell me,” he said.
She looked into his eyes and believed what he was saying.
“I’m not sure what I need, but this feels good. Sex always does, it’s just getting to the end.”
He pulled her closer so that her mouth was a whisper away from his. “Lie down on top of me and move. Grind while you do. You might need that.”
She’d tried that before and other men didn’t like it so she’d been afraid to again, but Duke was telling her to do it so she did.
And the minute she started, it was exactly what she needed. “Oh God,” she said.
“That’s it,” he said. “Geez, you are squeezing me so tight.”
“Too tight?” she wasn’t aware she was doing it and wasn’t sure how to stop.
“No,” he said and put his fist through her hair and started to kiss her.
Everything else was wiped out of her mind as his body took over and the next thing she knew she was coming and grinding and Duke was pushing up again and again and it was more intense than when it started.
But it didn’t seem to want to end until her body was so tired out she all but collapsed on him, her head on his shoulder.
“Wow,” she said. “Thank you for that.”
“No,” he said. “Thank you. Sex is a two-way street. What feels good to you, feels it to me. Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise.”
It’s like he always knew the right thing to say.
The right things to make her feel confident and like a woman.
Not like he was sucking up or trying to be someone he wasn’t, but because it was who he was.
Was it being from the Bond family and the lore of the island or just silly thoughts from a woman that had never been happier in her life and was waiting for everything to come crashing down on her?
22
Into Her Past
The next morning, Duke woke up first and then showered while Hadley was still passed out in bed.
There was part of him that wished he could go back into her past and find all the people that made her feel like shit in her life.
That she was so afraid at times to speak up for something as simple as pleasure in the bedroom.
When he got out of the shower, Hadley was sitting on the bed with two cups of coffee having been made. “Here,” she said. “It’s not great but don’t complain to your father either.”
He took the cup. “It’s fine. Not many places put a mini Keurig in each room. It’s just there are only powdered creamer and sugar.”
“I know,” she said. “I’m not too fussy. And you drink it black so you don’t care.”
He took a sip. “I like to grind my own beans.”
“Oh,” she said. “You don’t do that at the pub.”
“Not at Southside,” he said. “Not many are drinking coffee in a pub. I do at Duke’s.”
