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“And you still haven’t answered.” He slowly pushes the fabric down, revealing inch by glorious inch. “Maybe I need the ego boost.”
“Your ego’s big enough.” My eyes are glued to him as he kicks off the last of his clothing.
He stalks toward me. “Might be too big for you to handle.”
I roll my eyes even as heat floods my core. “That was awful.”
“Made you smile though.” He settles between my legs, his hardness pressing against my thigh. “I love your smile.”
The tenderness in his voice catches me off guard. This is… more. So much more.
His lips find mine again, softer, like he’s trying to pour everything he can’t say into the kiss. I wrap my legs around his waist, needing to feel more of him.
“Naomi.” He breaks away, his forehead resting against mine. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I rock my hips against him. “Please.”
He reaches between us, positioning himself at my entrance, the head of his cock probing and teasing.
“If you don’t fuck me right now, I swear?—”
His cock pushes in a fraction deeper, making me tense up. “You’ll what?”
“I’ll finish without you.” My fingers start to drift lower, but his hand locks around my wrist, his restraint speaking louder than words ever could.
“The only one making you come tonight…” He pins my wrists above my head with one hand, his other gripping my leg around his waist. “…is me.”
My core clenches around nothing, yearning for him to follow through on that promise.
I clear my throat, aiming for casual even as my heart threatens to burst from my chest. “Um, protection?”
“I’m clean, and my boys are on a mandated break. Unless you want to change that.”
“No need.” I meet his eyes, drowning in the intensity I find there. At least not yet. Did I just—”I’m on the pill. And clean.”
“You sure about this, cupcake?”
“I’m not made of glass.”
“I don’t want to rush this.”
Something in his tone makes me pause. He’s being careful, gentle in a way I’ve never seen before. Like…
Oh god. He knows.
Panic seizes my throat. I try to sit up, to push him away, but his hold is too strong.
“Naomi.” Just my name, but the way he says it, like a prayer, like something precious, stops me cold. “It’s okay.”
“It’s not okay!” I try to twist free. “You know, don’t you?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Of course it matters!” Humiliation burns my cheeks. “I-I’m not?—”
“Shh.” He kisses the corner of my mouth, achingly tender. “We’ll go slow.”
Tears well in my eyes, threatening to spill. “I don’t want you to go slow.” The fight drains out of me. “I want that other side of you.”