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“No,” I say, slightly insulted. “It’s… well, let me ask you something first.”
“Okay…”
“Whenever we’re together, you know,” I stammer. “Like—is it only about the physical release? If we weren’t having sex, would you not want to talk to me?”
“I… no offense, Damon, but I must say, I’m taken aback again. I’ve never heard these questions from a man. Usually I’m the one asking them, or someone I know is. No, I like you a lot. I just… the gang stuff—”
“I understand,” I say quickly. “I don’t want you to constantly be uncomfortable around me. No worries at all.”
“Damon, how do you feel about me?”
I gulp, licking my lips and stalling to try and get the words just right. Nothing feels right, so I go with my gut.
“I’m crazy about you,” I tell her.
Her eyes widen and her mouth is agape. I can’t tell if it’s good or bad yet.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I continue. “I wanted our nights together to last so much longer than just that one week. I crave more, and I want you back in my bed again. I want to be in your bed again.”
She remains frozen in place.
“I get tired of most girls, and I eventually get tired and restless no matter who it is or what kind of history we’ve got,” I say. “With you, I only want more. What do you suppose that could be?”
“Obsession?” She giggles nervously.
“Perhaps,” I say. “Or, maybe I really like you and I think we’ve got something really good going on here that we shouldn’t let die.”
“Oh my,” she gasps.
“I’ve never felt the way I do about another woman in bed,” I continue. “We go really well together. I think we look pretty good together, too.”
“I don’t look good at all right now,” she groans.
“You look as beautiful as you always do. If you weren’t feeling ill, I would make love to you right here on this kitchen table.”
She takes another bite of soup, turning red from the heat of the meal or the comment, I’m not sure.
“I’ve come on too strong, haven’t I?”
“No!” she says. “Not at all… I guess I’m just feeling overwhelmed by it all.”
“How do you feel about me?” I ask. “I mean… okay, I’m in charge of a biker gang, but I do have a kind soul, right? Is there no way a woman like you could fall for a man like me?”
She slides her bowl and crackers away from her.
“Let me flip it around and ask you this,” says Noelle. “If we weren’t having sex as often as we have been, would you not want to see me or talk to me as often?”
“Quite the opposite.” I reach for her hand across the table. “We don’t need to have sex to have a good time. It’s really fucking nice… but I actually really enjoy spending time with you.”
“I enjoy spending time with you, too,” she says while stroking my arms up and down. “I just don’t want you to think I’m some gold-digging biker slut or something. I’ve been coming over a lot because I think the sex we have together is fantastic, and I think it would be a waste to let our talents go to waste.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” I scoot my chair closer to hers. “It was those talents that brought us closer together.”
“Yes,” she agrees while leaning closer to me.
“If you think we’re moving too slow, I can cool my jets,” I tell her. “My desire for you will last for far longer than you probably bargained for.”
She puts her hand on my pants leg, stroking it up and down, getting close to the growing bulge in the center.