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My nipples harden the instant they’re exposed to the cool air. They’re hard when he reaches over and takes one between his thumb and forefinger like it belongs to him.
“You have truly remarkable tits, Hallie.” He says it like we’re lovers and I’ll enjoy the compliment as much as his touch. I try to shove his hand away, but his grip on my nipple tightens painfully when I do, and the pressure increases until I stop. To reward me for giving in, I suppose, he lets go and rubs the pad of his thumb across my abused nipple, then he bends down and gives it a little kiss.
A wicked tingle dances down my spine, but I refuse to feel guilty for it. I have very sensitive breasts. It’s not my fault they respond to physical stimulation. That doesn’t mean anything. The tautening of my tummy muscles… it doesn’t mean anything.
His hand leaves my breasts and skims the gentle curve of my bare tummy. “I enjoyed looking at your body, knowing you couldn’t stop me. I wanted to see more of it.” His finger grazes the line across my hips where my panties should be. I squeeze my legs together, but he still runs his hand over my thigh, then reaches around and grabs my ass. “I wanted to taste you, Hallie. I wanted to feel your soft skin beneath mine. I wanted to fuck you, and remember, I’m a man who takes what he wants.”
There it is. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to swallow past a lump in my throat. I knew, but it still hurts to hear.
“But…”
My heart stops.
But?
I’m so surprised, I stop clenching my muscles as tightly and his hand slips between my thighs. He cups my pussy in the palm of his hand and leans so close, I feel his breath on my skin as he murmurs, “Right before you passed out, you asked me for a favor. Do you remember that?”
I swallow, but that lump is still lodged stubbornly in my throat as I shake my head.
“You asked me not to hurt you. You said please.” Between my legs, his finger lightly traces shapes over my entrance. I realize my body doesn’tfeellike he’s been inside me. There’s no ache like there was the last time. No lubrication if he used it so as not to hurt me while I was passed out.
My tummy flutters. I don’t know if it’s the way his finger grazes my entrance, or the hope his words give me. “You… you didn’t…?”
He shakes his head. “I didn’t fuck you. I didn’t even taste you beyond a few kisses.”
Relief reinflates me and I feel as if I can finally breathe again.
“I thought about it,” he confesses. “I’ve never fucked an unconscious woman before. It didn’tseemappealing, but thenyouwere lying here naked in my bed. If you hadn’t asked me so sweetly to control myself, I might not have.”
I gasp as he uses his fingers to spread my pussy open and quickly squeeze my legs together before he can push one into me. His body is getting closer, so I brace a hand on his muscular chest and push him away. “Calvin…”
He lets go of my pussy and repositions. I know I should get out of the bed, but before I can put that thought into action, he peels back the blanket and exposes my bare body to the cool night air. Then he climbs on top of me, and the moment I feel his hardening cock pressed against my leg, I know what I was so relieved didn’t happenwillhappen if I don’t find a way to stop him.
“Wait. Wait, please,” I say quickly, my mind racing for some way to stall him.
Calvin catches my hand, then dips his head and softly kisses the sensitive skin of my wrist. “I’ve waited long enough, Hallie.”
“No. No, wait. Please,” I add more urgently, a little more sweetly since that seems to be what he responds to.
He hesitates.
I grab onto it. “Please, Calvin,” I say softly, looking up at him.
He cocks his head and looks down at me, then softly strokes the side of my face. “God, you’re beautiful.”
My heart flutters. It’s the way he says it. Not even deliberate, just an unguarded thought that escaped his lips.
My heart hammers once it starts beating again. I don’t know what I’m doing or what might work, but following some instinct I don’t even fully understand, I lift his hand from my face and slowly, carefully turn it so I can kisshiswrist. Then his palm. He sucks in a breath when I do, obviously not prepared for tenderness from me.
I’m not sure what I’m doing, but it feels good. My mind resists—I shouldn’t be kissing him. He’s bad, I know he’s bad—but my body knows what to do. I kiss him the way he talks about me—like he’s something precious to me. I know how much it throwsmeoff, so maybe it will do the same to him.
At worst, I suppose he might think I’m a lunatic, but I already think that about him, so why should it matter whathethinks aboutme?
“What if… what if we move slow?” I ask.
“Slow,” he reiterates, a tinge of curiosity in his tone.
“You can take it from me right now if you want to. I can’t stop you. I could try to run, but you’ll catch me. You’ll… you’ll pin me down, maybe on the floor beside your bed and have your way with me right there if that’s what you want to do.”
