“Do I need to go to the doctor first?”
Her innocence makes my dick hard as fuck. Again. Unreal. “I haven’t had sex in months and had a recent checkup. I’m negative.”
“Oh. I didn’t think about all this stuff. I just want to be with you.”
“And I’m a bastard for not going slow.” I pull away from her and yank my shorts up. Then, I turn her over and scoop her into my arms. She’s red-faced and her hair’s a mess. Clothes are askew and half hanging off. So fucking hot.
“I told you, you don’t have to. I like this feral side of you.”
I carry her up the stairs and then turn into the bathroom. “We both need to cool off. Shower and clean your pussy. I had cum on my fingers when I stuck one inside you. Understand?”
She nods, chewing on her bottom lip. “Are you going to shower with me?”
I set her to her feet and give her a sharp shake of my head. “No. I don’t trust myself.”
“I trust you.”
Capturing her jaw in my grip, I kiss her sweet mouth. Damn her for being so pretty and sweet and fucking perfect. I’m going crazy for her.
“Then do this for me,” I murmur as I reach past her to turn on the shower. “Be good for me and shower. Alone. Then, go to bed. We can discuss this tomorrow.”
“I want to sleep with you.”
“Not tonight.” I grab her cami that’s around her stomach and shove it down over her hips. “Tonight, we sleep alone.”
She allows me to fully undress her, but she’s not happy about my instructions. I turn her around and point her toward the shower. She scowls over her shoulder at me.
I smack her ass hard enough it echoes in the bathroom. The sweet girl moans. It’s right then I know we’re a terrible combination. Every damn woman I’ve gone to bed with, including my ex-wife, have been turned off by this side of me. So much so, I buried it long ago.
And now, Emma freed the beast.
How do I cage him again?
I’m not sure that I can.
With another smack to her ass, I escape the bathroom and bolt for my room.
Maybe I’ll know how to handle this tomorrow.
Instead of finding reasons to tell her why this is a bad idea, my brain comes up with the filthiest fantasies.
I’m losing this battle.
“You running today, Em?”
She bolts upright in her bed and blinks away her sleep. “Yep.”
“Meet us downstairs in five…”Baby.It’s on the tip of my tongue. Thankfully, I reel it in before it slips out.
Once outside, I stretch with Cole, unable to meet his stare.
“You okay, man?” he asks, an eyebrow hiked up in question. “Savvy said you broke up with your woman?”
I groan at his words. “Really? How did she know?”
“Brayden told her. You know they’re best friends.” He shrugs. “Can’t say I’m not happy as fuck about it. Amara really wasn’t good to you.”
Jerking my head toward my front door, I sigh in relief that Emma didn’t hear that shit. It’s her mom. The last thing she needs to hear is that everyone hates her mother.
