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“Anything.” I sounded breathless as a needy whore, but I didn’t give a shit. I wanted Micah Fox and his thick, long cock inside me. I squeezed my thighs together, praying to God I didn’t leave a wet spot on his seat.
“Mmm,” his voice rumbled, worsening my aroused state. “I like the way you’re thinking, but I refuse to rush this and cause a backslide. You’re doing so well—too fast in all honesty, although my body disagrees with my better sense.”
My smile faded as disappointment swept over me like a cold wave of salty ocean water.
“We’ve been heading on a crash course toward what we both desire,” Micah continued, glancing over at me, “but I have zero wish to fuck it up, Jasmine.”
“If it’s what we both want, how could fucking fuck it up?”
He groaned. “That mouth of yours…”
“Well?”
Lips in a thin line, he exhaled slowly while pulling onto the highway. “I’m afraid.”
I stared at his profile and clenched my hands on my lap to keep from running my fingers over his silky soft hair and scruffy jaw. “Of all the men in the world, I’d think you’re the last one who would be afraid of fucking.”
“I don’t want to dredge up memories.” He glanced my way for a brief second, his gaze warm yet full of wariness. “I fear pushing you back to where you were three months ago, talking yourself out of a panic attack because of shaking a man’s hand.”
“When I think of being with you, Micah,” I said, my voice a mere whisper from adrenaline and nervousness rushing through me, “I don’t experience any signs of anxiety. The vise that used to clamp my lungs whenever someone got too close isn’t anywhere to be found. My heart races, and I fight for breath like I am right now because I’m so turned on, and I can’t think of anything else.” I swallowed hard at his low curse. “But it’s not just the thought of sex,” I rushed on. “I touched my father today for the first time in twelve years, Micah. No anxiety. No tightness in my chest. The steps I’ve made in the past couple of months aren’t just about wanting your dick.”
His chest lifted and shuddered back into place. “I’m glad to hear that.” He glanced over at me and smiled with a pained grimace as though his balls ached. “So maybe after that long walk on the beach, we can head back to my place for a late dinner?”
My pussy clenched tight. “And dessert.”
He chuckled and adjusted the swelled bulge inside his swimming trunks. “I’m finding it very difficult to say no to you.”
“Good.” I grinned and faced forward again, not one trace of painful nervousness skittering over my skin. That feeling making me feel alive? It was desire like I’d experienced the night before in the safety of Micah’s bed.
Chapter15
Micah
Lying on the beach beside Jasmine in that damn bikini…fuck, did I fight my cock’s need to swell and thrust deep into her warmth. Jerking off a few minutes before leaving my house to pick her up hadn’t helped my libido one fucking bit. The thought of what the night might hold—if everything progressed smoothly—had my entire body aching with desperate yearning.
We moved quickly. Way too fucking fast for safety.
But I had to trust Jasmine to know her limits. We’d discussed the BDSM lifestyle late into the night, and she was well aware of what she was talking about. She’d done her research. Even joined a forum to get her questions answered before the lines of such communication had even opened up between us.
As the sun beat down on us, I asked about her childhood with having two sisters to keep my mind occupied on something other than bringing us both to a state of satiated bliss.
She in turn questioned about mine with my pain-in-the-ass brother. We’d grown up in meager households with kind parents and somewhat decent siblings. While both of our parents had stayed together when most of our friends’ hadn’t, Jasmine’s memories were a bit more pleasant when it came to home life.
My parents had bickered a lot, and it had only gotten worse as they’d grown older. Dad had worked in a machine shop for years, so his hearing wasn’t the greatest. Add in his liver issues, and he was sometimes a bastard. I shared a story of what the typical night at their dinner table entailed: one misunderstanding after another that heated until they both raised their voices, neither being heard.
Jasmine giggled, jiggling her breasts I wanted to stripe with my cum. “I’m sorry. It probably isn’t funny.”
I grumbled and rolled onto my stomach since my cock enjoyed the way her breasts swayed a bit too much. “That’s why I don’t go home very often. The bickering is worse than nails on a chalkboard. It’s bad enough having them over once a month for dinner, but they’re the only parents I’ll ever have. I’ve seen too many friends bury theirs and have made an effort to be grateful for their lingering presence in my life.”
“You’re a good man, Micah,” Jasmine stated on a sigh.
I wanted to snort at her statement but didn’t. Let the young woman think what she would. Maybe someday, if I got lucky, I would be able to prove her thoughts were in error. I was a sadist through and through. Not many would see that asgood.
Or perhaps she would appreciate my kinky streak…
“I’m hot.”
I propped up on my elbows and ran my gaze slowly down over her oiled-up body. “You are.”
