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She pulls in and slowly releases a deep breath before speaking. "You know, ever since he attacked and hurt me, I freak out when men touch me."
Pictures of her bruised face and the anxiety in her eyes turn my hands into fists. Not able to speak, I nod.
"But you're the exception, Cole Walker." A rush of warm wanting fills me. "I don't know why, but my body and mind don't freak out when you touch or kiss me. Not when I'm drunk. Not when I'm sober," she adds with a brief grin. "That's why I need your help."
My heartbeat increases. "With what?"
She closes the distance between us and touches my shirt with her fingertips. "I want to have sex with you."
My breathing halts, and I stare at her without blinking as pictures of our sweaty bodies wrapped up as two anacondas attack my brain.
"We have a plenteous amount of sexual chemistry between us, and by having sex with you, I hope I'll be able to open to other men in the future."
The muscles in my neck and back turn to concrete, and my answer comes out in a growl. "No."
Her hands drop. "What?"
"No," I repeat.
She crosses her arms, and I watch the frustration in her green irises turn into anger as we stare into each other's eyes without saying a word.
"I'm putting myself on a goddamn platter, practically begging you for sex, and you say no?"
"Yes, because it's not worth taking the risk."
She cocks a brow. "What risk?"
"The prospect that you demand more afterward?" I mimic her posture while she lets out a disbelieving grunt.
"Are you assuming you're Mr. Irresistible?" She cocks a brow. “Let me blast your pompous ass out of your dream bubble. You’re not. The sole thing I crave from you is your goddamn dick. I'm not searching for a date, a boyfriend, or a partner. And for the record, I don’t fall in love with a man after a round of sex."
"Then good luck finding somebody else to fuck, because it will not be me."
She sweeps her fingers through her hair. "Didn’t you listen? I need you. You’re the only one, for some stupid reason, that my body doesn't reject."
I close my eyes for a brief moment, and I grind my teeth, hearing her continue her plea.
"Cole, I'm not asking you to marry me. I'm begging you to fucking screw me."
My dick twitches as if telling me to stop thinking and give in, but I can’t. I'm not going to be this woman's booty call.
I open my eyes. "Not happening. End of the conversation." My heart plummets when instead of meeting her fiery eyes defying me, she lowers her head.Shit."Alisha?" When she doesn't respond, I raise her chin, and I scowl internally, seeing the whirlwind of emotions on her face. "I—"
She presses her palm against my rib cage and scowls. "Don't." Fire blasts through her irises and evaporates the layer of vulnerability she was showing a second ago. "I know enough, and I'm actually glad you said.. "
What?
"Uh, everything okay? Why are you two shouting?" my daughter asks, stopping on the threshold and rubbing her palms over her arms. Alisha walks over to her.
"I'm sorry, Samantha, but I have to go. Can you save a set of pancakes for me?"
Samantha nods. "Oh, okay."
The two girls hug, and Miss Spitfire mumbles something in Samantha's ear, which makes her snicker. After planting a kiss on her cheek, Alisha grabs her phone from the counter and leaves. The sound of her heels clicking reverberates on the hardwood floor and ends when the front door falls in its lock.
Fuck.
I roam my hands through my hair as a truckload of sensations shoot through my mind and body.
