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We have a lot in common.
I like her.
We fit perfectly together in the bedroom.
She likes my dirty talk.
And she’s absolutely beautiful.
Plus, she’s interesting and has the rare ability to make me laugh. Really laugh.
I fucking like that.
Too young for me? Maybe. But that never stopped me before.
Yes, there is the obvious elephant in the room of her being my son’s ex-girlfriend, which he would probably never get over if we were to continue this back in Seattle, but it isn’t even that that fazes me.
It’s the thought of not seeing her again.
Then I made it out to her like she could be some fuck buddy that I stop in on whenever I’m horny.
She doesn’t realize that I didn’t mean that the way it sounded. I question why I said it, but I know why. Because I’m a fucking bastard, that’s why.
And tonight, she looks like a fallen angel all dressed in white. I shouldn’t be putting my dirty hands on her, but her hot, sexy body tempts me like no woman has in a long time.
It’s like I can’t control myself when I’m around her. I lose it.
I don’t mean to be such a wild beast, but she brings out the monster in me that wants to just take. I have to remind myself that this is about her and giving her what she needs. I like pleasing her. No, I fucking love it.
When she’s just come undone, and she stares at me with wild abandon.Fuck.I haven’t seen a look like that in a long time… She looks at me like I could save her.From what, I don’t know, but she has no idea that she holds all the power.
I didn’t know about the possibility of wanting more, but only with her have I considered it, and that may be what scares me the most.
In a short space of time, she’s slowly knocked down all my defenses, and I’m losing the argument with myself about staying away.
I know I want to see her again, but my disastrous track record with women is just that.
I tend to hurt women by just being myself, and I don’t mean to. I’m hard to handle, but once you have me, you have all of me.
My heart.
My soul.
My body.
My loyalty.
This is why random sex may not feel better, but it certainly is less complicated. When there are feelings involved, everything gets fucked up. Everything gets fucking messy.
When we’re seated inside, I glance across the table at Ariana, and my breath catches.
Every red-blooded male in the room watched her walk through the restaurant, not that she has any idea. She doesn’t. She passes off her beauty like it’s something she’s unaware of, like she genuinely doesn’t realize just how stunning she is.
I could have taken her in the car. I wanted nothing more than to take her in my arms and straddle her across my lap while I ravished her, fast and furious, before we arrived.
The thought of what I’m going to do to her later has my dick hardening again.
When is it not up when she’s around?
