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Instead, a determined expression crossed her face. She folded her arms in front of her chest. “So, then give me a taste.”
What she really said was “bring it on.” Little did she know, he loved a challenge. Her being bratty only made him hotter for her.
“I’ve been very laidback and accommodating to you so far,” he said, and ignored her derisive snort. “But that’s over now. You have to know what you’re getting yourself into with me. I’m moody at times. You already know about my PTSD. I have it under control, most of the time, but sometimes I get flashbacks during the night. I swear a lot. I don’t like it when other men touch my woman. And most of all, I control what happens in the bedroom.”
He unbuttoned his shirt until he had bared her breasts. She had small gold hoops through her nipples and he instantly went rock hard. Shit. His woman had a kinky side. How had he not noticed them before? Probably because he’d been too busy covering her up.
“You bad girl...”
Her cheeks flushed. “I got them on a dare with Jazzy.”
“I take it you lost.”
Her eyes twinkled. “Actually, I won.”
He wasn’t even going to ask. His hand went to her nipples, tugging on the piercings and eliciting a gasp from her.
With his other hand, he covered her pussy, and she gripped his shoulders. Flicking a finger over her clit, he started rubbing her. She was wet, so deliciously wet, that he slowly pushed the tip of a finger inside her.
He didn’t have to say a word. She started moving on her own accord. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but it seemed as if she was made for him.
“You get what I’m saying, Mary?”
Her half-closed lids sprung open. “Yes. You just gave me a list of reasons of why not to marry you. I haven’t heard the deal-breaker yet.”
Then maybe he hadn’t been clear enough. He didn’t want there to be any surprises. He pushed his finger deeper inside her core, making her eyes go wide. Then he added another digit, much slower this time so she could adjust to his thick fingers. Her look turned strained as he started pumping into her tight hole.
“I like to fuck,” he said. “I imagine I’m going to like fucking you, a lot. Once you’re in my bed, there will be no barriers between us. Nothing is off the table. I’m not a twenty-four-seven vanilla kind of guy. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
Her body moved slower now, still trying to adjust to his fingers. His thumb brushed her little jewel and he could feel her getting more slick. It would make the finger fucking easier for her. He didn’t like hurting her. At least, not like this.
“I’m in a parking lot in the middle of nowhere, sitting on top of you in nothing but a shirt, while you have your fingers inside me. I think I got the message,” she said dryly. “So, you’re not a missionary kind of guy. What else do I need to know?”
“Didn’t say I don’t like missionary. I just like to spruce things up whenever I feel like it.” He was silent for a beat. “Or with whatever I feel like.”
He could see the interest spark in her eyes. Maybe she wasn’t so innocent after all. A part of him wanted to rip out the heart of any other man thinking about touching her, while another part hoped she was more experienced. The reason was just as selfish. If she was used to fucking, he could go hard on her very fast. There would be no need to ease her into things.
“That sounds interesting,” she croaked out.
He had to know. “Are you a virgin?”
She suddenly found the tree next to their car very fascinating. “Why do you ask?”
“Don’t answer my question with a question. Are you?”
“What if I am?” When he scowled, she added, “Yes, I’m a virgin. Why does that matter? It takes me time before I’m comfortable enough with a man to…” She made a gesture with her hands, indicating their position. “With Josh, it was just never… I mean, he tried, but I…”
He let go of her breast and cupped her cheek. “It matters because I don’t want to hurt you. I’m a big guy. If I don’t prepare you right, you’d be walking bowlegged for a week.”
She laughed, and the sudden tension broke up immediately.
“We can’t have that,” she said with a gleam in her eyes. “What would I tell Zoe?”
Of course; Zoe. The reason Mary wanted to marry him. She needed a protector for the cute, little girl, and he couldn’t blame her. For a fleeting second, he didn’t like the thought that she was marrying him because of that reason, though he wasn’t sure why. After all, his only reason to go along with it was because he wanted her in his bed. He’d do good to remind himself of that. They were both getting what they wanted out of this deal, which was only fair.
“So, what’s your answer,hermosa? Be sure. Be, very, very sure.” Because once he had his ring on her finger, he wasn’t ever letting her go.
She bent over to him, giving him the softest kiss. “Since you’ve asked so nicely, yes, Hector Diaz, I’ll marry you.”