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I push the door open and turn to face him with a smile. He doesn’t return my smile. He doesn’t move in for a kiss. He just stands there, looking torn.

So I say goodnight and force myself to close the door.

CHAPTER 9

SHOW AND TELL

Omar

I should leave,I really should.

But I can’t. She’s on the other side of that door thinking I’m an idiot, and I don’t blame her.

I was planning on going in with her until I saw her door and had a vision of her in a white T-shirt with a fat dollop of chocolate clinging to her unrestrained and jutting nipple. The memory of the sweet and salty flavors on her finger in my mouth made my dick so hard it hurts. And then licking off whatever traces of it are left on her lips, on her tongue.

She’s sweet, and open, and easy while I’m…an acquired taste. Who I am in person pales in comparison to the fantasy people have based on whatever they’ve read about me. And I don’t want to get involved and find out she’s a stage five clinger who falls in love as easily as she breathes. Been there, done that, and once was enough to last me a lifetime.

But I knock on her door anyway, because I simply can’t do anything else.

She’s changed and is wearing a bathrobe that’s gaping open.

Yes?” she asks, cocking her head to the side and watching me, her expression more serious than I’ve ever seen it.

“Ask me in, please.” My voice is tense, tight with the effort it’s taking me not to say more.

Her smile is slow and sexy, and a bolt of lust shoots through me. Fuck, I’m asking for trouble. “I did that when I left my iPad in your car.”

She walks backward into the house, her eyes on me alight with the invitation.

“I’m fucking relieved to hear that,” I admit, my voice finding its legs with every step I take toward her. My chest expands with confidence now that I’ve made up my mind.

She walks until her back is pressed to the door that leads to the sitting room, and I stop mere inches from her.

I glance down at her and smile at her pretty red toes. “You’ve got nice feet.”

She looks down at them. “The things you notice,” she says with a smile before she loosens the belt around her waist so the robe gapes open and slides off her shoulders.

My chest constricts, and my balls ache. She stands before me, naked from the waist up. Her body is beautiful. Her narrow waist is draped in two strings of tiny glass beads. Her skin glows and looks so smooth that I imagine it feels like silk. Her unbound breasts are small, barely a handful, with large dusky brown nipples that are puckered already and begging to be sucked.

I take a step toward her, putting me just an arm’s length away. “You are so beautiful. I want to touch you. Can I?”

“I want you to, so much,” she says and wraps her small hand around my wrist lifting it to her breast. Her nipple, already hard, swells against my hand.

I roll the plump bud in my palm, and she gives a short little moan. “What do you like? You like them sucked?” I lean downand pull her left nipple into my mouth for a quick hard tug. I take the other one in my hand and squeeze.

“Oh,” she cries out, and I lift my head to watch her face. Her eyes are closed, her lip caught between her teeth. I squeeze it again, and she whimpers. Her breath comes in shallow pants, and she rolls her hips.

“Pinched, then?” I ask the obvious.

“I don’t…I don’t know. I’ve never done anything like this before,” she whispers.

My libido clatters over that speed bump and comes to a screeching halt.

“Shit. And I knew that. I didn’t mean to… I just saw you like that and forgot myself,” I croak and then wince at the look of horror and humiliation on her face.

“You knew that? Am I that bad at this?” She crosses her arms over her chest and steps away at the same time I do. “Oh my God, Reena.”

“No, Reena told me,” I say at the same time.