Page 55 of If You Were Mine

“So what do you want out of this?”

“If you want to have that talk, I guess the answer will be your cock then.”

“You talking dirty is just getting me hard.”

“I can see that. You’re out here wearing male lingerie with those gray sweatpants.”

That made me bark out a laugh.

“If I fuck you again, that could be the end. That could be all we are to each other. Because I am not in the right head space for forevers. For a relationship.”

“Again, I wasn’t aware I asked you for one.”

“You have relationship written all over you.”

“Maybe. But then again, you’re the one who came inside me last night, so maybe I have you written all over me.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

And I was falling for her. And that was the fucking problem.

“Dorian. We’re friends. Before anything else, we’re friends. I’m not asking you for forever. I’m just asking you not to hurt me.”

She faced me then, so I reached forward and cupped her chin.

“I never want to hurt you, Wellesley.”

“Then don’t.”

“But if I fuck you again, you don’t get to fuck anyone else. While we’re together? This pussy is mine.”

I reached between us and cupped her over her panties.

“Oh,” she gasped.

“That’s right. When we’re together like this? You’re mine. Your pussy is mine, your orgasms are mine. Everything is mine. I’m not a nice man. I’m possessive as fuck.”

“Then same goes for you.”

She reached forward and gripped me over my sweatpants.

“You’re going to say that my cock is yours?”

“Damn straight,” she said, her voice shaking.

I grinned before I slid my thumb over her lips. She opened for me, and I let her lick at my thumb, imagining what it would feel like when that mouth was on my cock.

“Just you and me then.”

Until we fucked this up.

In answer, she went to her tiptoes, and I let my hand fall. When she pressed her lips to mine, so soft and sweet, I couldn’t hold back. I groaned into her, needing more.

The kiss was slow, tempting, as we explored one another.

I had wanted her before. When I had seen her thrive in her shop and show the world that she could do anything. When I had realized that she was one of the most beautiful people I’d ever seen in my life.

When she had been Joshua’s sister, and I couldn’t have anything more. But now she was on my tongue, her body pressed against mine. And I needed every ounce of her. I pulled away, my breath coming in pants. Before she could say anything, I twisted her so she faced the sink.