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Deep.
Hard.
Now.
Bones lifted his mouth and pressed his forehead to mine. He gently released my wrists, freeing me.
My hands wandered down his toned back and then rested on the curves of his ass. I urged him closer, and he shifted. And even with my layer of clothes between us, I felt him at the juncture of my thighs.
“Duchess,” he growled.
“Bones,” I whispered, lifting up and peppering his jaw with tiny kisses.
“We can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re not ready.”
“I’m ready,” I insisted.
I thought he was going to kiss me again, but disappointment ricocheted through me when he lifted himself off me.
“Take a shower,” he instructed. “You’ll feel differently after you shower.”
I looked at him in confusion.
His gaze softened as he leaned forward and cradled the back of my head. “I know you don’t understand. And that’s why we’re not doing this. Not yet. You just went through something traumatic and you don’t trust me.”
My eyes drifted to his erection. “I trust you.”
“Fuck, you’re killing me, Duchess. What’s changed from last night to this morning?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then nothing’s actually changed. And when your head clears, you’ll realize that.” He kissed me briefly. “It’s probably a good idea if you don’t blow off your day to spend time with me. I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself.”
“This better not be a game,” I said quietly. “You’d better not be stringing me along, playing hot and cold until I beg you to sleep with me and the moment I do, you’re gone.”
“This isn’t a fucking game, Duchess. And if it was all about fucking, it would’ve happened the night we met.”
I glared at him. “Arrogant.”
“Confident.” His gaze narrowed. “This isn’t a game.”
“Then what is it?”
“Something more,” he muttered.
I swallowed. “Maybe you should go.”
“Yeah, I should.” He rose from the bed.
I curled my knees up to my chest and watched him slowly put on his clothes and pick up his pistol. With each piece of clothing, he donned the armor of being a biker. Gone was the man who’d held me through nightmares I didn’t remember.
“What time Wednesday?” he asked.
“Seven.”
