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He hisses out a sound.
“You gotta watch that, Princess.”
I’m a born-again virgin, a woman dripping in carnal experience and has the confidence to use it. I’m reveling in this moment.
In him.
Sliding my arms around his neck, I rock on him, and he rewards that with a thrust up. His hands pull me down on him as his lips move across the skin of my face to my ear, and he sucks the lobe. His teeth and tongue working that spot, and his hot breath a mainline of exquisite sensation that forks right through me, lighting up my clit.
Deep inside, I throb.
“Is this a Mack and the beanstalk thing?”
He laughs, letting go of my ear and trailing kisses and tiny bites down along my throat. “Damn, Princess. That’s . . . terrible.”
“It is?”
His hands slide under my shirt. The roughness of working hands, big, strong, and hot, send delightful shivers through me as he moves them over my skin.
“Yeah. You’re like the softest fuckin’ satin. I could spend hours, days touching you.”
Those words whisper in me. I take the empty promise of more and hold it tight. It has to be empty. I’m passing through. He’s got a life here and neither of us is looking for anything or anyone.
The touch of him, of a man who is made to possess, to own, to ultimately tell what’s his what to do is more than a thrill, it’s seductive. But beyond the way he breathes fire and life in me, the way I want that man to make me forget everything but the moment, I know a man like him is a trade of one cage for another.
He’s not my parents. But the alpha in him, his weirdly hot laid-back alpha parts, that alpha is him. Who he truly is.
A man who takes. A man who gives his all and demands the same. A man who claims a woman as his own.
Right now, I’m living for that.
Right—
“Sidney.” He lifts his head and pushes me off him.
A part of me cries out in protest.
I want that contact.
I want him.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I misread this.”
He rubs a hand over his beard and closes his eyes for a moment. “Fuckin’ princesses.”
I jump up, trying and failing to hide the shake in my legs as I start attempting to tidy. There isn’t much to do, this place is neat and clean.
“It’s okay. I do that. Dumb things. Like climbing on men and forcing them to kiss me.” I stop and squeeze my hands tight. “That came out wrong. I’ve never done that before. I . . . you . . . and . . . well.”
He gets up and takes hold of me, tipping my chin so I can look up at him. “Enlightening.”
“Are you smiling?”
“No?”
He most definitely is, and I shove him. “Go away, Mack.”
“Fuckin’ save me from dumbass princesses. Look.” He takes both my arms in a firm and warm grip. “Do not apologize to me. Not for that. Not for kissing me. Not for wanting me. I was gonna bet myself I could keep my hands to myself, but I decided not to. On account I don’t like losing bets.”
