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“I don’t know,” I lament, sliding my palm against his cheek to coax his face up. “I honestly don’t know, and I wish so badly that I did so I could give you the answer you deserve.”
My answer appears to confuse him, the wrinkle between his brows taut. "It ain't hard to figure out, baby girl. You got bigger feelings for me or him?"
"I..."Shit. "I don't know." I mean, there's a pull there—attraction, sure. But is it a passing interest? Something new, the same as I accused him of?
The result of my situation?
"I mean..." I can't voice the damn words, sighing out my nose instead. "I can't trust myself."The truth of the matter hangs heavy between us, silence choking my confidence with each passing tick of the clock. "I should just go."
I push off the desk and make it two steps before Digger's hand captures my wrist. “Don’t.” He swallows. “Don’t walk away and leave me here alone.”
“Okay,” I murmur. “I won’t.”What am I doing?Why do I put myself in these damn situations? I could argue that he's the easy option after what we did the other night, the safer option. But doI know that for sure? Could I ever? "I just think it would be better if we gave this time. For both of us." I stare at his rough fingers circling my wrist. There's none of the fear that accompanied Connor's touch toward the end. None of the apprehension.
Only longing.
"I don't think you know shit about what's best for me," Digger growls. He jerks at our connection, tumbling me against him and capturing me in his arms effortlessly. "Tell me you didn't feel somethin’ that night out there on the couch."
"Of course, I did." He had his fingers tickling my goddamn spot.
“Then stop denyin’ yourself and take what you need from me.” His hands slide down my back, firm grip cupping my ass. "You won't know if there's anything more to us, Rae, unless you give us a chance to fly."
"What if we fall?"
"Then I'll still be there to catch you. Always.” His gaze dips to my lips, Digger's parting as he leans down to follow through on the promise.
I give in and open my heart to reallyfeelwhat he does to me. I feel safe, as though his attention wraps me in a soft, warm blanket. Sheltered from the outside world and all the horrors in it.
I don't feel as though I need to question what he'll want from me later. Whether I'm doing enough to keep him happy. What might happen if he isn't.
I feel wanted, and for once, I don't feel as though I forced that to be.
"Damn it, woman." Digger pulls free from the kiss, forehead to mine. "I promised Tyke I'd let you choose first.”
"You both expect me to do that without knowing what it is I pick?" I smile, rubbing the tip of my nose against his. "You gotta show me what exactly it is you've got on offer."I'm going to hell.
"Well, why didn't you just say so?" His grip slides lower, and Digger hoists me into his arms.
I wrap my legs around his waist, fingers laced behind his neck to save from falling. Although I don't think he'd ever let me. He strikes me as the kind of man who'd take the impact before he'd allow you to get a single scratch. Three steps, and he has me at the side of the sofa—the one closest to Tyke's desk.
Where he sits.
It feels forbidden, doing this here. Sinful knowing I'll likely sit in here again and face Maddie's father on the sofa I shared with his brother.
My knees tighten around Digger as he lays me down, tumbling us both over the rolled arm of the leather Chesterfield. He's all I can see as the back of my head hits the cool cushion, broad shoulders blocking the view behind him. I release a sigh when his knee hits my center, Digger roughly shunting me further along the furniture until my head hits the other side.
"Last chance," he murmurs, gaze roving down my body to where we're connected at the hips. "Fuck, girl. Say you want it as bad as I do."
"More."
He's a man possessed. Firm fingers tug the clasp on my jeans apart, the zipper following in quick succession. He urges my ass into the air, pulling my pants from my legs and tossing them to the floor. The cool air hits my skin a beat before his warmth covers me again, and I gasp at the contact of his metal belt buckle against my lower stomach, the oval decoration chilled compared to the heat of my body.
"You can undress me too if you want." The corner of his lips turns up.
"I'd rather watch while you do it."
His smile is pure perfection, the best reward after the worst week. "As the lady wishes." His arms are all corded muscle as hepushes himself to his feet, the planes of his body smooth beneath the open vest, highlighted by the taut pull of his cotton shirt. I pull myself up onto my elbows while he shreds the leather, laying the patched vest carefully over the adjacent sofa before he tugs his T-shirt off with a hell of a lot less care and twice as much urgency.
I'm not disappointed.
